My darling, my love, my friend forever true,
The years have flown, but my heart still yearns for you.
Your touch still sets my soul aflame,
A passion that will never wane.

In the stillness of the night, skin upon skin,
Your caresses fill me with a joy deep within.
Our bodies entwined, heartbeats as one,
This intimate moment, as bright as the sun.

Gentle fingers tracing every curve,
Your touch sparks fire in every nerve.
You are my one, my only, my everything,
One touch from you makes my heart sing.

Remember when our love did first arrive?
Your gentle hands, they made me feel alive.
So many years later, our love remains aglow,
We never forgot to let our feelings show.

You are my one and only, my heart forever true,
Your touch, a bond, unbreakable, our love will see us through.
So keep touching me, my darling, my love, my everything,
Your soft and gentle caresses, sweet joys to me they bring.

One touch from you makes the universe sing.

My darling, my love, my friend forever true,
You are my one, my only, my everything,
I'm so in love with you.
I'm so in love with you.

Farewell, dear love, since thou wilt needs be gone
Mine eyes do show my life is almost gone
Nay, I will never die so long as I can spy.
There be many more though that she do go,
There be many more I fear not,
Why then let her go, I care not.

Farewell, farewell, since this I find is true
I will not spend more time in wooing you.
But I will seek elsewhere if I may find love there
Shall I bid her go? What and if I do?
Shall I bid her go and spare not?
Oh no no no, I dare not.

Ten thousand times farewell; yet stay awhile
Sweet, kiss me once; sweet kisses time beguile.
I have no pow'r  to move. How now am I in love?
Wilt thou needs begone? Go then, all is one
Wilt thou needs begone? Oh hie thee!
Nay, stay, and do no more deny me.

Once more adieu, I see loath to depart
Bids oft adieu to her that holds my heart.
But seeing I must lose thy love, which I did choose,
Go thy way for me since that may not be.
Go, thy ways for me. But whither?
Go, of but where I may come thither.

What shall I do? My love is now departed
She is as fair as she is cruel-hearted.
But seeing I must lose thy love with prayers oft repeated
If she come no more, shall I die therefore?
If she come no more, what care I?
Faith, let her go, or come, or tarry!