If ever one was loved, then surely 'tis I.

Such love that clouds the clear, glassy eye.

If ever boy was happy with a girl,

So happy as to offer her a thousand pearls.

I need thy love more than the stars of the night,

More than the peep of orange at prime morning light.

Our love is such that minds throw in the gutter,

It is the kind that fairytales dare not utter.

His love is such that cannot run dry;

My tears stay hidden, for I am too joyous to cry.

Then while we live, let our love be restless,

That when we live no more, our legacy may be endless.

If ever one was loved, then surely 'tis I.

Such love that clouds the clear, glassy eye.

If ever boy was happy with a girl,

So happy as to offer her a thousand pearls.

I need thy love more than the stars of the night,

More than the peep of orange at prime morning light.

Our love is such that minds throw in the gutter,

It is the kind that fairytales dare not utter.

His love is such that cannot run dry;

My tears stay hidden, for I am too joyous to cry.

Then while we live, let our love be restless,

That when we live no more, our legacy may be endless.