For My Love...

My love, I hear thee;

My love, I need thee...

Shall I compare thee to thy warmest of warmth?

Thou art more lovely than that I assure:

Thou are the flourishing bud in May's coming!

The joy thou give I!

I need no more than thou's love to survive;

this warmth in May.

I shall forever love thee, my Mayflower.

For shall I tend to your heart's desire...