All I have here to remind me of you
Is this one strand of hair with a perfect gold hue.
Though its weight in gold would be worth not a bit,
Worth its weight in love, that gold piece has no limit.
No price can be set on your beauty divine
And no way may I afford for you to be mine.
I imagine your presence being offered to me,
But I know in my heart that you are not free.
All that I offer is all I possess,
But that's not enough for an appropriate dress
Made from my soul and sewn with my love.
What I may use is only what I'm made of.
On the fourteen-hundred and ninety-second page
A tempest of love from one strand may soon rage.
But the calm I feel is eternal, with no end,
Yet a rush of golden rain my way should God send.
The fury of my love for you cannot be restrained,
But worry I still do - too much ventured, nothing gained.
I hope your calm blue eyes will someday betray
And cause you to forget to keep my ship at bay.
Just let your feelings flow like a tidal wave,
To keep on growing violent for the love you crave.
Waves of love move up and down on the sea of life;
Hurricanes rage as I hold on to my would-be wife.