O LOVE !

Love, it's love, it's love
Love fain have I been.
O love! Love,
If love before my eyes is upon me
With this sight I ever seek, and with
A fair face... It would be fair.
Love fame would I be,
If I swim through the ocean of love
With my naked eyes again.
For with a flower in my hands,
And leaves with admiration ;
Then luck shall sing me home
To my very own.