Forhim

To Short a passage for loin desires
To which I venture through thick muck and mire.
From seasons winds, my passions grow;
From tempting spring, to deep pale snow.
Through all of which I'd endure to see
your loving face shone down on me.
To each 4 corners of the Earth;
to hesitate would be to lose my worth.
So give no mind to worries untrue
For truth at hand is:
I'd go through hell to be with you.