Oh, my bright and fair haired child,
I want so much for you,...
so much that fear obsesses me, wild
and clouds my love from view.

And when the billows roll back neatly
yet another fear shines through,
That your love fills my heart completely,
with no vacancy for any, but you.

My fear continues in this vicious cycle,
to love and love, till I know
that my love for you has no rival,
then I fear I can never let you go.

jgf '93