I will love you as though my breath is connected to it
You are the disk jockey that mixes my heart beat
The skies will always be blue here
You have made me to love amidst fears.. ...
Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say,
Though late it be, though lily-time be past,
Though all the summer skies be overcast,
Haply I will go down to her, some day,
And cast my rests of life before her feet,
That she may have her will of me, being so sweet
And none gainsay!