I love You

Though oft I hold my tongue and speak it not, My heart doth burn with love that knows no bound; For thee, my dear, my thoughts are ever wrought In silken threads where true affection’s found. I pray thee, wander not beyond my sight, For shouldst thou stray, my soul would be unmade; Thy leaving is a death that dims my light, And leaves me low within a mournful shade. Thou art most fair, both outward form and mind, A jewel rare, unblemished, pure, and bright; Thy presence doth my senses oft unbind, And stirs within a fire past mortal might. So swear I now, with vow both firm and true, To stand beside thee all my days anew.