My want grows larger every day for he
Whose hair more golden than the rays of the sun,
Whose face far more gleaming than gods most trim.
He stays in my heart like one has never done.
My ample love for him may never cease,
May it be there ‘till heaven I do go.
Lie there, deep in my heart, each tiny piece
Of my unbroken faith that I shan’t show.
Yet never shall I have this beauty rare,
For far from his cold heart I do now lie.
He wants none other than the one most fair,
And for this he has chosen others than I.
Still I long, but in vain and great sorrow.
He’s not mine for today nor tomorrow.
