I acknowledge the following words of Richard Thompson an English folk singer from his song 'The poor ditching boy'

'storming wind cut through to my skin
But she cut through to my blood'

For the idea expressed in lines 16, 17, and 20  of my text. M.A.M

For I have  loved you endlessly 
In the Summer of the year 
And I have loved you tenderly
Yet always had this fear
That you might  spurn me 
And heart so broken I would be 
For even in my doubted time 
I loved you secretly 

Yet your heart was with another then
And I found  no light for me 
So in the autumn rains that year
I loved you endlessly  
Then  as the winter chills came on 
You remained a part  
For  the wanting of your love my dear 
Cut straight through to my heart 

The wind and rain might chill my skin
Such climate always does
But the thought I couldnt win you then
That cut through to my blood
I  loved long ago my queen 
I loved you as before 
and now I love you endlessly 
How can I show you more

Than to come to you and be your man as in our latter days
You and I complete this love in oh so many ways 
The simple matter of this fact 
On which now I must close
Is that I love you endlessly 
And in my heart it shows 
I am helplessly
In love with you