Thou art a mere child and mindless nuisance;
That believes ‘tis of Plato’s love I speak;
‘Tis more love than mine dream’s full translucence,
And when lost in darkness, the moon I seek.
A love that warms when I shiver in cold,
With a kiss that thrills e’en after the age;
A heart with overflowing kindness gold,
And the world tis not worthy to rummage.
Mine love ‘tis beyond measure and reason;
To give mine all and then to give again,
An urge running deep for any season;
A honey that sweetens anywhere or when.
This love ‘tis beyond lover or best friend
‘Tis all and more, a true love beyond end.