I dare not call you only mine just yet.
Uncertainty forbids me such a deed.
Believe me when I say I don’t regret
Your stark descent into my heart. My need
Extends past only you; there’re ghosts to net,
And demons yet to slay. But when I read
The depths your eyes contain, I can forget
My troubles. Sow in us our faith’s own seed:
I dare not call you only mine—until
The stars I pick can decorate your heart,
Or mine eyelashes make a nest for you—
My faith in us demands my heart be still.
Whence you in me, and I in you a part,
And you’ll be only mine, and that is true.