Fervent Feelings

In all desires that my words beseech Do not annoy thy heart of our affair And curse thy thoughts when I am out of reach In all desires that my words beseech Quarrel not with lovers, or gifts to each What lovers hath beauty of thy compare? In all desires that my words beseech Do not annoy thy heart of our affair For it is that thy face, an Angel's mask Brightens my night and gloomy afternoon And I shall do whatever thou shall ask For it is that thy face, an Angel's mask With elegance a well completed task Holds Nature's craft beyond melodic tune For it is that thy face, an Angel's mask Brightens my night and gloomy afternoon After thy lips commune till death do part Thou would be Queen and mistress nevermore Temptress of time shall not tear us apart After thy lips commune till death do part Bestride beside my throne precocious heart Do with whatever that thou dost explore! After thy lips commune till death do part Thou would be Queen and mistress nevermore