love. (viii)

My love, my love, my sweet tenderness
What name shall I call when I call unto thee?
Since Love is blasphemed and trampled a mess
To call thee by such would not do justly.
So give me a name that holds thine esteem
That Love had once held; despised and disgraced.
A name far above the one that had been,
And give back thy throne and crown now displaced.
Down from the depths of my heart to my lips
The forming of such and utterance is bliss
This secret kept safe in spite constant quips,
Until our eyes meet, forever... My Kiss!

This Name is a name that I've given to thee
Now sealed in this heart that was given to me.