Let me not love that implores eternal
Praying caution to sea's jealous whims
Love is not love, till sweetness blooms bitter
Or wringed wine in wet water'd tears

Love is but a vista of bleeding suns
An overture shared till dripped dry of sighs
Ah, to embrace lofty limbs soft
In calmer morns' and tender chuckles

Who would love such a soul as thee?
That is something that makes us more
Than mere blood and bone
Once two beings, as one becometh.

What you give me, I may never repay
But I shall take thee— forever and a day.