Let the breath of thy lungs betroth to thee, for thou season is come taste the wine of thy lips a'fore we should succumb
Let not contempt be a shadow cast as noon day slips across the sky truth be our dearest ally wherewithall our kindreds spirits fly
Neath the moon, the stars doth glance for they approve of such union if it be woven of purest cloth innocent, as the first communion
Let not vermin soil thy vineyard which hath long been a shoot ready to sprout preserve that which makes an easy bruise for thou love mayest never flout
To thee I pledge my yielding heart for all my belief be cast to thy lot though if love be marred with slightest doubt leave it here, thou toucheth me Not!
