I could declare my love to you all night.
No day would leave before I had confessed
This passion I, not with all strength and might,
Relinquish could in hand in heart in breast.
Yet a dichotomy I do endure:
To love you greater than myself seems odd.
Myself deny for this desire pure:
To love you as intended by my God.
For who am I that I should love or be
Loved by another like yourself so true?
Content am I to accept what I see-
The love I find abundantly in you.
Let lovers’ selves deny and learn the cost.
For if you die, all heart in me is lost.