I die for you
I was born for naught but to love you
My soul has patterned you to fit to its measurements 1
And it is a habit of my soul to love you
I confess that I owe all I have to you
I was born for you; through you I have life
For you I shall die
For you I was born; through you I have life
For you I shall die, and I die for you
I die for you
I was born for naught but to love you
My soul has patterned you to fit to its measurements
And it is a habit of my soul to love you
I confess that I owe all I have to you
I was born for you; through you I have life
For you I shall die
For you I was born; through you I have life
For you I shall die, and I die for you
I die for you
I die for you
I die for you
1. (metaphor: he has modeled his soul after hers in the way a dress is tailored to fit the one who wears it )