Let view your form now in the mirror's eye
Your words of thought, are none that match to mine
As yours speak blemish, wrinkles, ageing by
But I see true; that youth and glass align.
Reflecting that; of springtime glow of May
Arrays of buds are none when paired to you
And first your glance that welcomes me the day
Were first to shine, whilst sun; the second hue.
Still have you won, 'neath all of nature's lush
A beauty signed your birth with binding deeds
And out the sunset still; your redden blush
As tho' your face onto the sky it feeds

Know now you are as were when years were fresh
Ah, see! The lines have gone from out your flesh.