Everyday our love blooms more and more
Like the blossom filling the early spring
Trees. Thine face of true beauty I adore,
Thou whose existence maketh thy heart sing.
Thine eyes as innocent as a new, lost
Lamb my mission is to protect thee. Thou
With beauty so pure I have to accost,
I give thee my word: my heart's faithful vow.
But storm clouds do gather blowing strong winds
Of passion. Raindrops hurricane from thine
lover's eyes. Thy love you seem to rescind,
Lost seems that time we once thought so divine.
Though love's not love when bad days ne'er take place,
Love is real love when it fights on with grace.