The stars burn for you alone,

Oh Love with eyes brighter than diamonds.

Your smile can melt the coldest stone.

Blessed with the power to stop Time, and

Yet, you treat the honor as nothing.

Is such love an impediment upon my soul,

Or does it never cease to wake my eyes each morning?

My emotions are like breathing, far beyond control.

Your presence brings to me new sight and perception.

Why have you, in your entire splendor, chosen me?

I am but a peasant consumed by imperfection,

And far from worthy of being with thee.

So afraid of what I feel, but I choose to be brave,

As I have discovered what freedom it is to be your slave.