Like the Faery King
and his cache of gold,
I long for you -
your hand to hold.
Like Faust for his art
his soul he sold,
The same for you
in my arms to enfold.
Many a time these words
I have told:
With you in my life
I need never be cold.
With all my heart
I promise to be true;
But never more than when I say,
"I love you."
