If from your depth of chest you gift me more
And lace that gift you'd give as that bestowed
I fear my worth undone for your outpour
As meager even now to what your owed.
For beauty of your eyes lends light to mine
My darker shades may taint your glow unjust.
Not by an absent love, but lack of shine;
Before you graced were I a love in rust.
Ah! That, I do possess, so renders you
In greater light, as darkness does the moon
And had you worship'd more than what I knew
Alike how winter's day gives summer boon.

I need you as your beauty needs my eyes
They grant you form, without all beauty dies.