Wondering if thou canst see the details
Impression is there in the text
Lasting smile will haunt thy cheek
Learning the letters of which thou seeketh

Youth will turn in the bitter of days
Ornaments will steal the chest tops
Uncanny resemblance in the frame

My love, how dost thou eyes still sing to me
Arranging my thoughts in abrupting plea
Rarest of beauty and all things lust
Rarer still, mine heart o'er any been touched
Yesternight I made up my mind:
    empty future without
thou in my prime

Meet me on bending knee, with instrument that shines
'Every word unto now, shall be tied to my vow'