A Romantic Heart
Forever In Your Heart
Do not nightingales sing for thee?, my love,
Thy heart, does it not quiver?
To the sound of thy voice?
A touch of thy hand?
Or a kiss ever so softly?
So tell me, my love,
What is this perplexed thought,
Thoughts that have enslaved thy mind,
Words are mere words,
Poetry is loves words grasped,
For I love thee, my love,
No height of pain will I endure,
To capture thy kiss,
To chain thy love bound to thy heart,
Thy passion runs deep,
Deep, as your thoughts,
This unquinchable thirst,
My soul does desire,
Whatever you ask of me, my love
I shall give ten thousands times and more,
Even unto my death,
For no love is truer,
I beg of your mercy,
Of your sweet love,
My love do you not see the roses bloom?,
Or hear the song of thy heart,
Listen closely upon thy chest,
There you will hear the song the nightingale sings...more beautiful than all the rest...
For it is a song, my love,
Loves melody made only for your heart,
Only for you to hear,
This , a pledge, of my love,
This song,my heart,
The nightingale sings....only for you my dear!
"Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O,no! it is an ever-fixed mark....William Shakespeare