In Juliet's Boudoir

Ever art thou in my mind;
Parting's such sweet sorrow.
Shall we meet again, my love,
Today, tonight, tomorrow?
Should the love I bear thee
Ever fail to thrill me,
Or the love thou has for me
Should quit, the hurt would surely kill me!
Ever art thou in my heart;
Love, in my bosom, burns.
Darling, when we are apart,
For thee, my soul, it yearns!
'Tis sad to note I am alone
And have not thou with me.
I would that thou and I were one
And I at one with thee.