It is the love god's will

It is the love god's will
I improvise and sing
and to his task I'll bring
my sum of power until
I thrive in your regard.
To you I give my heart —
with all my hope I plead
that I may do the deeds
you wish the most, to please you.
I never shall release you,
since you're a worthy lady
for loving sweetly made —
I kneel to beg that one so fine
will heal my heart by being mine.