I Die of Love

A gift I’d give

Of perfect love

Yet I am all but perfect.

A love I’d love,

And give gift of

My heart and make it forfeit.

A one I’d love

For the good of

His life and all that’s in it.

A gift I’d give

Perfectly live

Yet I am all but perfect.

A sight I’d see

A cause I’d be

Of some true raptured gladness.

I’d give my all

And yet I fall

And see this hope is madness.

A hope I’d give

A hope to live

A purpose, strong and perfect.

Yet I am small

And void of all

That’s good and strong and perfect.

An end I see

For this and me

An end where towards I move.

This heart if mine

Is sick with brine

And tears. I die of love.