Heavy, heavy upon my failing heart weighs your aching
need for my full and loving devotion.
Oh, how I spend myself willingly on your behalf as,
truly, your desires outstrip my own.
Were I but a younger and wiry man, would I scale
a sheer and defy a roiling torrent for you.
Yet, that is what I do -- with no holding back --
to save my love from her daily peril.
As strength and life pour from my soul while
safety I afford your gasping frame,
It is no loss to me that I gave my all to
bring you to life and bid my own . . .
Adieu. . . .