How much my love for you has cost me dear
For love I have surrendered loneliness
The choice of life bereft of cheer
The vision of my world as barren mess.
I’ve given up ever more vain introspection
Then now I wallow in – I’ve had to use
Eyes of my heart and soul to find direction
Instead of that cold calculus – win or lose
What in return? The same old self remains
But modulated by your marvellous eyes
Enlightened by your love, its patient pains,
And reborn in your sweet embrace and sighs
Had I not paid so much to marry you
I’d now be rich in all that makes me blue.