What have I but this to say,
That I have loved thee,
By night and by day,
Here and away.
What have I to show but this,
My commitment to thee,
In crisis and in bliss,
In all there is.
What have I but this to offer,
A love befitting of thee,
Queenly as you are,
A soul most fair.
What have we but an eternity,
For I to love and cherish thee,
For us to blend into unity,
In love's serenity.
What have we here but each other,
You to save me, I to shield thee,
You and me, sailing together,
And still what I'd rather.