What is there I would withhold from love,
give it all, give it all, give it all.
What wealth, what treasure, what throne or sceptre,
what splendorous robe, all-consuming pleasure,
no more to know this love, e'er binding,
majestic vision, seen yet blinding,
forever gone her hearth fire, starlight kisses,
give it all, give it all, give it all.
What deal would I broker,
what price would I wager,
what reason I would walk away,
would lose my love, my heart, my self, my soul?
Let loose this clenched fist,
this unyielding palm,
give it all, give it all, give it all.

By Uriel