- jan-u-wine
Out of all the many words
that I might lay,
a victor's garlands,
upon your brow,
that I might place as an
emblem upon the Light of your hand,
that I might humbly rest
at your feet,
out of all the words that are,
or ever shall be,
I need only one:

One to tell you,
who and what,
in all this large world
you are to me: