'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.
