For you my heart and spirit do burn
Smoldering deep in the night
For you my soul it pines and it yearns
Your beauty and grace a blessed sight
For you I cry and rage in the dark
For you I do press my good patience
Because you sing like siren and melodious lark
Because you have the sun’s purest radiance.
For you I look in the heat of the moment
For you I look when it cools
For you I endure both trial and torment
For you I am the greatest of fools.
