There is no love enough for me to give you.
However much I feel, there should be more.
All the love an angel choir might sing you.
Never makes it halfway up that shore.
Know that I would burst my willing heart.
Your life to fill with pleasure overflowing,
Or if I had the genius and the art,
More beautiful than all the summer fields Or
The wish my insufficient passion yields
Holds me with a vastness I recall.
Even as your love became my sea,
Remember that the same is yours from me.
by Nicholas Gordon