I Won'T Tire To Praise Your Pretty Smile

I won’t tire to praise your pretty smile And I like your voice with little tremble, I have met you, yes, anew, my bile makes black stripes that I can’t ever crumble. You’ve remembered messages of mine, You were grateful for my silly letters, But you won’t accept my love, that’s fine, Angels cannot help through their fetters. You’re my Goddess in the light of day, You’re my torch in night, my grace and glory, Look at me once more I have to say, Look’s too short, but pleasant and it’s torrid.