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.