You wanteth me to cometh through,

Fulfilleth plans and come to you;

I wanteth, wanteth, wanteth, too,

And all my want is set on you.

You wisheth me to make no haste;

I wisheth me no time to waste.

We wisheth both our love’s pure taste

When mind through mind on lips is placed.

I wanteth you, you wanteth me;

We want each other, held, yet free—

To be the joyous dreams we see,

Completed in the life of we.

We haveth love, it is our time;

We haveth wills that maketh rhyme.

Up to a peak we taketh climb

To stand in happiness sublime.