Love has lain where one has traveled,
Widened eyes in mirthless marvel,
Whence has this that loved so dear
Strove to stay a path so clear?
Foolish now and thoughtless since,
Perfect gifts that rend one hence,
Simple answer simply strayed,
Regaining love: one's life of strain.
Faded beauty, coursing still,
In veins that pump as regress chills,
A conscious which would beg her, plead;
The voice will fail to pay it heed.

Love to you my only true -
A hand that wilts before its due
Is nonetheless extended forth
In boundless love that begs love's sport.
Slyly seen in corners dark,
Where love can live without a mark -
To show you my unfailing care,
Without a word or feeling bared.
Across a plane of endless sea,
Where love abounds to you from me,
And in this state where rules are none
Two hearts that halved are made as one.