LXXX
How to say I love you:
What, if I but live it,
Were the use in that, love?
Small, indeed.
Only, every moment 5
Of this waking lifetime
Let me be your lover
And your friend!
Ah, but then, as sure as
Blossom breaks from bud-sheath, 10
When along the hillside
Spring returns,
Golden speech should flower
From the soul so cherished,
And the mouth your kisses 15
Filled with fire.