• Thou art more beautiful than a summer’s bright day.
    Thine skin is like a freshly plucked peach,
    And thine heart is like a warm ocean spray,
    Thy voice is like the soft sand at the beach,
    And thy hair is neither night, nor day, but noon.
    If thee should go, another day I will not see.
    Thine figure is so fine to make me swoon,
    And I desire to know what people’s attract thee,
    I pray that I am one of those,
    One worthy of thine attention.
    For in thine sight, mine spirit glows.
    I beg, do not make this love of mine own invention.
    None shall place mine love away in a corner,
    Or I shall be the saddest mourner.