My Love
I hear her voice again and stir within while music plays.
Bells, a lute, soft organ in private concert heard.
She is not mine and may not be and never promised more,
Yet, should another take her gentle charms... I could not bear.
When age is reached which knows that the heart is calling
and ever loves, nor for a moment doubts that all is true
Then reason must allow to utter that which she forbids.
A bolt of light may strike from darkened sky and ever lose
The bond that tightens now upon my tortured soul,
For nothing less can give release from all my driven hope.
Eternal love will not suffice, in smallest part, to tell her true,
That greatest truth which God has given man to use in life.
My love will live, yet, not survive apart,
Should I not have a lifetime in her heart.