Oh, were it to be,
that whatever I seek for me.
Would always come to be,
what my heart seeks for me.
In love, it’s not the thing,
it’s not objects that makes us sing.
But what our heart desires,
Something that love never tires.
The springtime, the perfumed air,
An image, your view, calmly standing there.
Always where I need, my love a selfish greed,
I need to keep it in sight, never given to flight
My heart never turns away,
Your sight enlightens my day.
But alas it’s never quite so,
Most things come and go.
So while I have you near
I hold you close and dear.