On

I realize it must feel like I drone on
And on and on about how I love you;
But as a mayfly marvels at the dawn
He will not see again, just so much do
I value every moment of our love.
I am contented only by your face,
And like the mated swan or turtledove
My home in natural in your embrace.
Therefore I cannot but exclaim of this
Outstanding love, which makes my days excel;
Nor can I see why such ecstatic bliss
Should be a thing I hesitate to tell.
So pardon if I am too tedious
Because I am so happy to be thus.