I've seen roses damasked red and white -
None art like the delight of her cheeks;
But no such Roses;
May cure the breath this mistress reaps.
There art roses by the creek,
But none shall e'er match the sheen;
That lies upon her cheeks,
My reddened Queen.
Alas, of all the Time; I have only thine -
To dedicate this rhyme; my loving crime.
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 11:34 PM UTC
I've seen roses damasked red and white -
None art like the delight of her cheeks;
But no such Roses;
May cure the breath this mistress reaps.
There art roses by the creek,
But none shall e'er match the sheen;
That lies upon her cheeks,
My reddened Queen.
Alas, of all the Time; I have only thine -
To dedicate this rhyme; my loving crime.
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