The Rose and the Lark

What can I tell thee that thou dost not already know

About the love within my breast that beats anew

Each time I behold your sweet face's ethereal glow?

For thou doth know that within me these feelings grew

When you did tread into my path, wandering there

In summer as the roses grew and while larks did sing.

You reached deep within my being and laid my soul bare

As my heart thunderously beat with a force you did bring.

Tell me that 'tis true for you, my fairest, as well

That the lark doth sing and the love doth beat and grow

Within your heart for me, who lies within your spell,

A servant to you in all as the summer winds do blow.

My truest love, my life I give to thee for more than summer days,

Or if not, alas, pity me the fool who will perish without further delay.