Dear Love, for nothing less than you,
I can be your’s and you can be me,
Would I broke this happy dream,
It was only a theme…
For reason, much too strong for fantasy,
Therefore you waked me wisely; yet
You didn’t break my dream, but continued it,
You are so true & genuine, your thoughts suffice to me!
To make dream, truths and fable histories,
As lighting, or a taper’s light your eyes, and not your noise, waked me;
Yet I thought thee…
For your lovers truth- an angel at first sight;
But when I saw you; I saw a golden heart,
With a hidden and saddest part,
And knew my thoughts beyond an angel’s art!
When you came to know what I dreamt, when you know when,
Excess of joy would wake me, and jerked then,
I must confess it,
You could not choose me, but think once it can be;
I am profane to think about in you,
You are heaven with the sacred & beautiful view,
And I am eternal dark without the light, that is you, only you!
Coming and staying showed you;
But rising makes me doubt that now, you are not you!
That Love is weak where Fear is as strong as he;
This is not all spirit pure and brave,
If mixture it of fear, shame, honour have!