In Love

Shall I betow most favor'ble praise to thee whom I call mine? Upon thy face I wish to gaze to see thine eyes that shine. Thou art more dear than closest friend and time with thee more prized Unwaiv'ring love refus'd to bend e'er since the sun first rised. 'Tis thee I see whene'er I sleep while stars shine high above. Within thy soul a river deep and all I've known of love. A rose will die, as sure as time will pass, But my devotion for thee will outlast.