I have thought about it Without acrimony This censure of our matrimony And I am more sure of it How long ago I fell Deeply in deepest love with you My nerve and every cell Saturated like a night with dew Brings the fragrance of my strength Where even heroes and saints lament Sniff my courage If you cannot measure my love, I Of your faults am not without knowledge But for faults and you I pine and sigh Because my love is true But why, I have no clue.