The Mistress of Word Play

Oh my love, dear tender heart
it is madness when we are apart.
Would that I not feel your scorn
or so unmercifully be torn
by those bitter fears.
Oh my love, my truest one
it seems our lives have just begun.
Why is it then when you reply
it rends my spirit and makes me cry
those long and desperate tears?

Would that we could be together
and share this love forever.
Would that all the sunlight banish
and all our heartaches vanish
as night dispels the day.
Could we both turn and leave
or can we still believe
our love might always stay?

Hear now this song of deep affection.
Do not answer with rejection.
Hear now this, my gentle pleading
which comes not from the needing
but directly from my heart.
Be not concerned about tomorrow.
Place here that burden of sorrow.
Be still my love, pray do not rage on.
How quickly now comes the dawn
and soon we two must part.

Come my heart's one and only desire
My adoration will never tire.
Come my sweetheart, abide here with me
in love's abandonment and tranquility
forever more I pray.
My soul it dies each time we do part.
You own my being and my heart.
My life is yours that much is true.
All that I am, I freely give to you.
Throw not this love away.