The Rose and the Lark

What can I tell thee that thou dost not already know

About the love within mine breast that beats anew

Each time I behold thy sweet face's ethereal glow?

For thou dost know that within me these feelings grew

When thou didst tread into my path, wandering there

In summer as the roses bloomed and while larks didst sing.

Thou reached deep within my being and laid my soul bare

As my heart thunderously beat with a force thou didst bring.

Tell me that 'tis true for thee, my fairest love, as well;

That the lark doth sing and the love doth fast grow

Within thy heart for me, who lies wrapped beneath thy spell,

A servant to thee in all ways as the summer winds doth blow.

My truest love, my life I give to thee for more than mere summer days.

Or if not, alas, pity me the fool who shall disappear without further delay.