Reverence

I do hold a strand of my true love's hair.
Its golden sheen is from the purest mine.
Its curl and motion does gently entwine.
I do hold a strand of my true love hair.


I do hear the beat from my true love's heart.
Its dear gentle rhythm does count with mine.
Its slow enchantment does with me entwine.
I do hear the beat from my true love's heart.


I do feel the warmth of my true love's soul.
Its comfort does sooth all troubles of mine.
Its giving in love does all this entwine.
I do feel the warmth of my true love's soul.


All these with loving do I most revere
For my love is the love I hold most dear.