Passing moments now grow cold
And hours fill with thoughts of you.
But tender reverence overwhelms,
And captures my sick tongue.

And as I wake, and when you call,
My quickened heart sees sun,
And knows that it has never lived,
Not like this before.

Your name inheres my wanting lips
As Morning’s sounds resign;
And evening fills with longing touch,
As your sweet semblance resonates
In my mind at close of day.

And unlike splendor, ephemeral with grace,
Your beauty will live to be remembered
And cherished always,
And live through memory,
To move nor fade forever.

But after tender, trembling touch,
I speak no more, or laugh to you,
And wish beyond my dreams untrue,
To tell, in simple, fragile words,
I love you
And I love you.