Got It Madly, for You | Redbeard
And do those slow dusking skies
Have roses red enough for you?
And those bright pearls in the highs
Are they as numberless, for you?
Does ancient Sun to his beloved West
Speak of far, nameless things for you?
Or when his kin keep vigil are they blessed
By your smile, as they burn for you?
And the North Wind, long as she pours
Her wine through evening boughs for you
Her breath that ‘cross wild flowers soars
Yet her fragrances slow for you
And the spiralling wave whose breast
Swells with heroic boasts for you
That plumed knight undone; his glad crest
Surrendered to the rocks for you
And my wondering just wants to know
Do these words bear any meaning for you?
I ask on behalf of my heart that grows
Deeper and ever with love for you