Confessions

As deep as the mountains are high,

As fierce as the rivers are wide,

So is my love for you;

The trees sway beneath the might of the wind,

Leaves blow to and fro, told when to bend,

So is the power of your smile;

Loud is the clap of the thunder bolt,

Joyous is the morning singing of the bird,

So is the effect of your laugh;

As soft as the new tide wanes,

As gentle is the butterfly,

So is your touch upon my skin;

Your love is better than all of this,

Sweeter than the honey from a bee,

Please, don’t ever leave me.