My dear Princess, I must let you know
There is no affection more authentic than mine;
Both the benevolence and receipt of it was pure.
Don’t be distressed, for my legacy is satisfaction,
Every reminiscence is a gift that will carry on,
Recurring you to moments just and well.

I’m the reflection of our affection
You’re, its brazen blaze.
To me our love is purely bliss;
To you; it is your inhalation.
But I'm the one who can't help you weep
Whereas you, just for my sake
Draw closer to rest your chin upon my knee
And beg to share my despair.
My love, I’m the pointer that have to move;
And you, the fixed yearning.
You are the one that most satisfies me;
I am existence or loss. Now you must be put to forty winks,
And I hang about wakeful
With years of love ahead of me,
As well as many favourites to go.