'Tis not my heart, that dost not know

of thoughts within, began to grow

with every beat, with every thought

of thee, my every moment, caught.

'Tis not my mind that hides my love

from thee, my angel from above.

You ask, from whence dost my love flow-

From whence it comes? I cannot know

For no mere mortal fathoms love--

'Tis but a glimpse of heaven above

From whence it comes, dost not concern

my heart, my mind, in which it burns

can scarce contain it, proud and strong.

To thee and only thee belong

to sip, perchance to drink my fill

of thee, till at last, my heart stands still

My soul, forever, to be thine

forever, till the end of time.


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