Oh sweet simplicity, my love grows endlessly — for you, my sweet simplicity, may all things be fair and true. For in this, you are the truest of true, and for you I only wish the truest of truth. Oh, my sweet, oh, my love, what great things we bear for each other, and what lives we freely give for no other. Oh, my sweet, love of all that shall always be, awake with me, with the sun, and follow me until the day is done. And even then, if you feel the call, follow me even further, and then again some even surer.