The moment I first laid eyes on you
My world was changed, my heart renewed
A love so pure, so true, so real
That in your arms, I finally feel

My heart beats only for you, my love,
A love that shines brighter than the stars above.
Through the darkness and the light, you are my guiding light,
The one who holds my soul and sets it free.

For without you, I am lost, adrift in space,
Longing for the comfort of your embrace.
But with you by my side, I know I'll find
The joy and peace that only you can bring.

When the world feels cold and cruel, 
You warm me with your touch so gentle and so true.
Your smile, your voice, your very being,
Are all that I ever need.

So let me hold you close, my darling, my dear,
And whisper words of love into your ear.
For you are my everything, my beginning and my end,
My one true love, my heart's dearest friend.

The moment I first laid eyes on you
My world was changed, my heart renewed
A love so pure, so true, so real
That in your arms, I finally feel

Here and now, by the angel-orders nine, 
That take no care for love nor yet for loss, 
Woman most dear, I choose you out for mine, 
I turn my errant feet your way across. 

I set a charm upon your hurrying breath, 
I set a charm upon your wandering feet, 
You shall not leave me — not for life, nor death, 
Not even though you cease to love me, Sweet. 

A woman's love nine Angels cannot bind, 
Nor any rune that wind or water knows, 
My heart were all as well set on the wind, 
Or bound, to live or die, upon a rose. 

I set a charm upon you, foot and hand, 
That you and Knowledge, love, may never meet, 
That you may never chance to understand 
How strong you are, how weak your lover, Sweet. 

I set my charm upon your kindly arm, 
I set it as a seal upon your breast; 
That you may never hear another's charm. 
Nor guess another's gift outruns my best. 

I bid your wandering footsteps me to follow, 
Your thoughts to travel after in my track, 
I am the sky that waits you, dear grey swallow, 
No wind of mine shall ever blow you back. 

I am your dream, Sweet: so no more of dreaming, 
Your lips to mine must end this chanted charm, 
Your heart to mine, 'neath nut-brown tresses streaming, 
I set my love a seal upon your arm.