of all the themes of life i love the most

is your silver self aglowing and sweet

in your heart's paradise, my own is lost

yet the joy therein is ever complete

to me, there cannot be a redder rose

not than the sheer holding you by the hand

nor can there be a bigger heart that grows

larger than what our love has made as grand.

so not a red rose nor scarlet ribbon

do i give you, but have my human heart

for the rose may fade, the scarlet be gone

yet my love for you shall never depart.

By Cupid's arrow, i've loved you, i say!

By his bow and quiver and every way.