If the stars were not silent but spoke what they saw
If the wind could be burdened with my love for you
If the sun and the moon were to rise on my cue
If my mouth could but utter the words of that law
What depths of my soul like fresh water you draw
What height of great heaven has common sense flew
That my lowly esteem your love subtly drew
And not once did your naked eye ever see flaw
Yet the years that have passed us by, some have been cruel.
For with joy there is sorrow, and love bears a test.
For if ever there stands to be hope for this fool
and though heated our sentiments hope to be cooled
Then our greatest striving shall be to find rest
Among stars that can speak, a cool breeze and the light.