Of all my loves, this is the first and last,
That in the spring of my years has grown.
A secret plant, a rose in the grass,
A final leaf where all the rest are gone.
I gave all and more, my life,
My world, my home, my mother, my father, my brother, my future.
My love eternal, endless, infinite, yet brief,
As all loves are and hopes, we turn into our own abusers.
You are my sun and stars, my night, my day,
My seasons, summer, winter, spring.
My autumn song, the church in which I pray,
My wish upon a star, to call you mine.
My land and ocean, all that the earth can offer
Of glory and of livelihood, all that might be divine.
The milk to my tea, and all that was ever mine.