While Larks Sing

What can I tell thee that thou dost not already know

About the love within mine breast that beats anew

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

For thou dost know when within me these feelings grew

As from across the room, thou didst enter like a soft prayer

In summer as white roses bloomed and larks didst sing.

Thou didst reach deep within my being to lay my soul bare

As my heart thunderously beat with a force thou didst bring.

Tell me that 'tis true for thee, my fairest love, as well;

That the lark doth sing and the love doth fast grow

Within thy heart for me, who lies wrapped within thy spell,

A servant to thee in all ways as the summer winds doth blow.

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

Or if not, alas, pity me the fool who shall disappear without further delay.