I adore you and long to be with you my dearest love.


It's late at night I miss you most
Not stars, nor clouds, nor moon above
Not fot forest, nor mount, nor coast
Can have a thing of their own to boast

The shining light that your loves brings
Delights my soul and makes it sing,
Of Joy and love and other things
Of nestling neath your glorious wing

Tis but the beauty the shines from your face
That give this weary life a grace,
That lifts this tired ancient heart,
And to it, by your love, new strength impart.