In what age or cycle began this our blessed tryst,
In what field of clash, arrayed on opposing line?
Whence swore I to Thee pursue in long time,
Battling each mundane hour in Thy pursuit?

In what wayward dream wouldst I have ever known
I would sing glorious paeans to any conqueror?
What fallen heart ever pays homage to its victor,
And bear its vassalhood’s sigil like a crown?

What fortresses hast Thou not breached within,
Through all my dullard reluctance and reticence?
Arriving in splendour and a subtle flamboyance,
Standing on my ramparts a beauty most benign!

But now am conquered by Thy divine design,
O defeat me ever and forever, O Paramour mine!