A love to find:
If it only were that I were blind
And but ever see your mind -
Then my heart would leap as if to dance
To songs unheard
Of sweet romance.
Thus I travel far and wide but spurred
By a love that is a bird -
Of such wings that never cease to beat
Until that day
That we shall meet.
For an ever known to thee I say
Thy love lone makes of me pray –
That a life with you was further from
Just forlorn word,
A recluse sum.
Alas! The plum tree gives its glance
Whilst my soul gives calm advance.
Though the apple of ardor seems sweet
The worm reveals deceit.
Now my heart enwrapped the sugar plum
And is now forever numb.