Girl should I settle,
Since faith Is dead,
And truth away from you Is fled?
Should I be led with happyness?
Outside look, pretty mistress! I promised you
Luxurious, and you promised Me, To be as true memories
As I would sweet; But since I see Your Heavenly Heart,
Farewell my part! though for to take It Is not my kind, but
To meditate, I am not blind, and as I find, so will I trust.
Farewell, thinking! Can honey of roses, wither wilt thou Girl
Guess Dawning of my long Desirit Day appeared the other half was
Hid In Skylight pleasure unto this blessed Night and all that's best of
Dark and bright Stars how pure how
Nature their dwelling place even as a Bird, which In our
Hands We wring forth plungeth and oft flutters with Her
Wing She beauty I will lament and love.
Copyright © Martinez Roberson | Year Posted 2005
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