Not the vast beauty,
Thy lovely petals hold
Grew my crowdy love for thee
For even if monster thou were
Like unwholesome caliban
Same pollens of love
I would have filled thee to the brim

I love not thy beauty
For not forever I may have it,

Truly,my love sprang,
Before thy beauty I saw
And lives it
when thy beauty is gone

Beauty is just a lender of love!