My love, the precious thing within me,
It plays as a symphony for those in tuned to hear,
A jewel made by me, in my soul should I give it thee?
Over anything it thus conquers even problems it doth bear,
My precious flower, a humid bloom of something so wonderful,
In sparkling light, the rays expose the pigments of my Love,
Why do I speak of it? My power, my existence, it is bountiful,
Invisible, but yet I give, like memories who never fade, Love,
Take it an have life, Refuse it and die, Acknowledge it and cry,
Words fall vain and the remains is my feeling, a...