For ever mine

I liken my love to a gossamer

Afloat on the summer air,

And wish that I were the west wind,

Her form on my wings to bear;

She is so daintily delicate,

So pure, so rare.

I liken my love to a butterfly

By a bower of roses flown,

The flowers my fellows are sleeping,

And I am awake alone;

I open my petals to welcome her

To her fairy throne.

I liken my love to a hundred things

In the realm of fancy fine,

Wherein I follow and woo her

In the core of my heart to twine;

O may she peacefully nestle there,

For ever mine.