To tell the truth, I am almost afraid
That my life is now portrayed
By the thoughts that are unswayed
from you, who that summer my sole has waylaid.
Your forever dear visage
Lives in this heart that is all yours,
It is my heart that's only jealous,
to love and bring you pleasures.
Forgive me if I tremble
In honesty of your words I gamble.
I am telling you again without preamble
In spite this sounding a droll ramble; all
That I love is you, I love you.