If Love gave you her heart
How would you fare of it's keep
What moments would you spare of your day
To keep Love's heart well for the way

For Love's heart is filled with desire
She has no wish to put away
For lack of hearts care
Would make Love quite sick I'd say

What time of thee spare
For many are your moments of care
Which are valiant I do dare say
What time would you give heart each day

Heart does not exsist
On a mere moment of kiss
But requires care
For Love's longing to stay

Would thy care of heart in a sickbed room
Or cast the care of heart away
For anothers made room
That Love would die that day

Or would you hold heart
In warmed hands
For lips pressed breath of stay
That Love would live the way

Of her finest grandest desire
That heart would always have tended fire
And never left long to lay
For Love to live as the breath of your day