A force that brings fruits on the trees
And flutter waves upon raging seas
That lay hold within evanescent forms
of living mortals ever formed
a mild sentiment to savor
for a price of neither gold nor silver
so rapturous a grace abundant
yet subtle of its presence
and so dreading, as I was told
that provoke awe in eyes of behold
but what is love? its length and width?
And what is love felt I?
What has raged upon my madness?
To bare my soul and see
It's filled with anger or kindness?
And takes on to storm my mind
With a trust undeservingly bind
A fortune bestowed upon my frail conscience
Had I let out a mournful cry
With piety of a prayer or a rite
I may or may not find
Whose hand is there to drive?
This force of unparalleled might
And last, at long last
To thus end my days of strive
