Accepting you the way you are is what I do,
Believing in you is all you can't hast from me,
Caring and calling you all over is my task,
Driving you crazy is my joy forever,
...
Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music—
Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled—
Scantilly dealt to the Summer Morning
Saved for your Ear when Lutes be old.