Oh ’tis joyous when others here detract,
Yet in my being lies a mad desire.
There is a maiden that does me attract,
Of sweet things and honey drops sings she on lyre.

She dances for me in the moonlight,
Her feet, so sweet, ne’er do they grace the ground.
Like the flight of doves she glides, quite right.
As she floats she laughs, O what lovely sound.

To me she comes, smiling all the while.
Her touch of soft silk caresses my soul.
She holds my bod, the lonesome pile.
She cares not of things past, she takes me whole.

Then I lean o’er she to touch her gentle face,
Mist and smoke my hand takes hold in her place.

-J why

Fairest beauty, and fairer still,
Is she who enthralls me.
If it be, oh let it be, Your will,
That joined as one be we.

God of heaven, I plea, giver her me.
So the glory be Yours.
Lord above all, my eyes watered be,
The rain in me pours.

The love in me does build high towers
For so in me love grows
No fence, nor bar, can stop this love ours.
In us this love flows.

Ecstasy her lips, and clear her eyes.
Lord do not let this dream in me die.