I write, yet dread the ink should speak too plain,
Praying thou find’st the truth herein contained...
I live the truthfulness of love wherein,
And draw in precious breath as breath is drawn...
When you do boast of matters yours well know
The words you uttered missed what you know most...
I write here beauty true on layers white;
Not fame nor fortune steers my loving pen...
The sight of you beneath a blossomed tree,
With joy and peace my grateful heart has filled...
When I behold the daffodils of Spring,
Of oranged lush that painted meadows gleam...
I have within a vase your art had made
Not by your softest hands did craft design...
(I)
I vow to you: to give your beauty due...
If I had the words to describe my feelings for you
I would be the happiest man in the universe...
There is this man I know so well
He keeps old songs like wishing wells...
Sweet tender bliss
I can't stop thinking of you...
I'm against the thousand doors to my heart,
and I'm not sure if they are meant to keep you in...