If I had seven hearts instead of one

If I had seven hearts instead of one,

all the joy your love brings, they could not hold.

No store house, perhaps not even the sun

contains so much a wealth of shining gold.

You heap upon my heart, riches so rare

that mountains of bright gems could not compare.

Within the span of your every small kiss

are rooms, wide as eternity, of bliss.

Let other men boast how much they possess;

it’s not worth one tenth of your tenderness;

not all the gold there is among the stars,

to me, can be as precious as you are.