For months I have not heard your voice.
For months I have not seen your face.
For months I have not tasted your Word.
For months I have not touched your hand.
For months my ears have ached.
For months my eyes have dimmed.
For months my mouth has watered.
For months my hands have longed.
It is my fault.
There are places more honorable than in my gaze
And times more sacred than spent with me.
My eyes are not royal palaces
And my company is not highly sought.
So to think my presence would be graced by you
Would be to think a god be with its creature.
So now I see the love you have for me!
And oh, how it pleases my heart!