By the light of a lone candle, she writes
Her words of love and life, do truth adorn
She wraps herself in the darkness of night
Those sunless hours when dreams are softly born
Her heart, her mind, her soul are so pure
Her words are filled with emotion and fire
I know not how long my heart can endure
For it is burning up with my desire
Alas! These words I speak cannot compare
To the angelic beauty of the dove
Nor to the rhymes which you create, and n'ere
To the intense emotion of my love
But yes, though crudely formed, my words speak true
With all my heart, I will always love you.