What ** beauty before me is this,
An angel amongst the common.
Nay I am not a stranger in the night,
But a slave to the mighty Cupid’s arrow.
Thou hast the beauty of Aphrodite,
And a smile that is as bright as a thousand suns.
Dost thou have a name?
For if thy name is as beautiful as a rose,
Thou wouldst be in my hands,
In my warm embrace.
Might I call upon thee,
Or shall my voice fall upon deaf ears?
For the beauty before my eyes,
Not only is beauty ever lasting,
But an angel amongst the common.