This fragile breaks in the sight of you;
it sparks with immense love ever so true.
The lovers envy our pleasant passion
for they know of our powerful attraction.
The forest is dead and rots with decay,
yet our presence springs it to life as if it were May.
Those nocturnal animals can no longer hide
as our gleeful smiles will change the tide.
Do not leave me, lest I shall mourn;
your presence away from me shall leave me torn.
In you, doth I find every joy and pleasure;
you are my heart's foremost treasure.
Let those envious lovers hold their tongues
as our love shall remain sung.