Some days my soul rises up with the sun,
Filled with the wild elation of loving,
And knowing that love is returned by one,
Whose heart belongs to me, and this proving
By her deep devotion and caring words.
As my heart takes flight, words flow from my mind
And sing their joy as they soar with the birds.
But there are other days when she seems blind
To my fervent declarations of love
And all at once the world is dark and drear.
So I cry aloud to the gods above,
All hope consumed by overwhelming fear
That they will tell her of my aching heart
With words far stronger than my simple art.