Did not fate deliver to my wanting soul
this love, this happiness oft dreamt, never found?
Did not fate deliver the very woman
who has held me in my deepest dreams?
For no coincidence may this be,
against all odds to have met so completely
Even to the atheist, such a match must be
proof of a just and benevolent God.
My lady’s sweet eyes captivate me,
her slightest smile warms my heart,
her love ignites my soul, consuming me
with a joy I have never before known.
Tis true, ours has been a tumultuous love,
as though our souls had matched the seasons –
the spring of warm, glowing sun
and hard, thundering rain.
Our love is vibrant, it is alive,
with the sun and the rain both,
in their distinct ways,
to nurture it – to help it grow and flourish.
Though it may at times seem,
the rains will not flood and wash away
the field of our love,
but shall water our passions
so that, in the light of the fair sun,
we shall grow together in our love.