Give me yourself, O my God, give yourself to me.
Behold I love you, and if my love is too weak a thing, grant me to love you more strongly.
I cannot measure my love to know how much it falls short of being sufficient, but let my soul hasten to your embrace and never be turned away until it is hidden in the secret shelter of your presence.
This only do I know, that it is not good for me when you are not with me, when you are only outside me.
I want you in my very self.
All the plenty in the world which is not my God is utter want.