To my Sweet Love

In mine heart doth thou live

Thine fair face doth pleasure give

In mine thoughts do I carry thee

‘cause thou hast filled love in me

The sacred hour I saw thy face

I lost advice in thy grace

If aught hath possess self of mine

‘Tis the charming picture of thine

O’ do I live dead now?

For thou hath forworn to love

My dear heart’s dearer heart

I beg thee to stay, not part

I canst not ever forget thee

Nor canst thou ever forget me

Though thy love doth thou deny

I see love springeth from you eye

Thine sweet face, a feast for my eyes

Music of thy words, do soothe my ears

Sick in health, laughing I cry,

Waking sleep – by love feel I.

Beams of thy sun, light my day

Path thou shalt take, maketh my way

Thyself will I dote, and sing for thou

Thou art mine, and thee will I love.

-Nivedita