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'