May your love frame me, oh my soul:
Make the corners tight, the canvas cannot roll.
This binding circle around my digit
Seals me to you. I shall not fidget.
Nor would I want to be released from this:
Our union is sealed with more than a kiss.
I am filled with you. My thoughts proceed
To want more time with you. As in idolatry
I am tempted to worship at your shrine.
I can scarcely believe that this love is mine.
Once I was a layman to loneliness:
I have been converted. Now my only wish
Is to serve you as Love's priest-
To not do so would bring me grief.

This is my mind and that is my heart:
I give you both in the name of Love's art.