Might I call your name and hear
Your voice in answer, quiet, clear;
And pause, and in my moment dare
To relish each word spoken there?
Might I call to mind your love
And feel it 'round me, below, above;
And pause, and in the afterglow
Beneath its cascade my body throw?
And were you to answer now...
...might I hear?
And were you to call...
...wouldst I be near?
As quickly and as wholly
As fire consumes the brittle tree...
As constant and as stedfast
As the four great winds do blast...
So do I swear, my Specialove
On all that is....will be...and was.