What must I do to make you hear,
My simple words, I love you dear?
Loí I am but a man; no more,
No god from high on heavenís floor,
Who sings a song of heavenís splendor,
Just simple words is all I render,
I love you dear from forth my lips,
Your beauty doth the moon eclipse
In radiant glow, my fairest rose,
You are my life, my heartís disclose,
So listen not of gods above,
But to my words, Ďtis you I love,
As to fair rose, I sing my song,
Of simple love, of my heartís long.
[This message has been edited by Tim (09-11-2003 12:42 AM).]