I convey your heart with me(i convey it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
I go you go,my dear; and whatever is finished
by just me is your doing,my sweetheart)
I fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i need
no world(for lovely you are my world,my genuine)
what's more, it's you are whatever a moon has dependably implied
what's more, whatever a sun will continually sing is you
here is the most profound mystery no one knows
(here is the base of the root and the bud of the bud
what's more, the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which develops
higher than the spirit can expectation or psyche can stow away)
what's more, this is the ponder that is keeping the stars separated
I convey your heart(i convey it in my heart)
