You love me, you say,
Precious one, and the day
Beams with beauty and bright are the skies;
For the light of no sun
Whose course is yet run
Can compare with the light of your eyes.
You love me, you say,
And my heart, light and gay,
Leaps with joy at the sound of your voice;
And the heavens and earth
Seem to mingle in mirth
And make my whole being rejoice.
You love me, you say,
O then love me for aye!
For your love is the light of my life,
The crown of my realm,
My anchor, my helm,
Be ever my dear sweetheart wife.
