Before the earth reclaims my bodies' ash,
what shall I miss the most of all her lush?
Her eyes that flutter each a darken lash?
That usher rhythmic beats of rapid flush.

With eyes azure that rise as ocean waves
that aquas mine, and in my pupils won
her country dress that only beauty braves
of golden glow that brought my will undone.

Or how her lips embed an inborn blush
for makeup only then would hue impair.
Then of the summer passion made on plush
when whistling lover's breezes kissed her hair.

How hard to die when she still glistens fair
as I will miss her all, that love could bear.