If our love were lavish as affectionate
Moor and mire would swallow my sallow breath
With trees and lack of remorse, ******* would flower
Flocculent and bright as the sun that shone in her hair
Godly grace, I beg my witless lies should be spoken
Among the goodly men with their enervated women
Such lithe beings would emerge from a youthful glance
I would ask myself how does appear the chance
In the face of fear, I would forget my enemies
And make love my ultimate goal for thee
In such apprehension many lovers shall turn away
I instead ask let us have long love’s day, well spent
For in thee, I find my heart’s words and speak
As well as the air often associated with the pale and meek