The glass of my eye, has your face in view. A bed by nights;
scented in myrrh. Fresh in the kisses of love's two. Once in
chambers of conceived room. A fairest children blessed
of a spirited mother. Destined to love while in those mother's
womb.

In April; was it made to be your name. As the windows of my
eyes are on gaze. For your kiss of sweet lilies is greatest gain.
Oldest together; in the wrinkles of time