Romeo and Juliet Audabe

How sweet art thee, o beauty gentle 'soft O lovely queen,and rosy flower red Thy spring to honey bees and are they oft To suck thee young, and so be you thus wed But me, to keep my share of love as much No sucking will'st,no sweetness of thy youth Seekst i be with, to caress thee and touch Since love is false, and love lies all be truth And Not to me , not me to thee was't born To teach me love, in temples of thine eyes To take thee mine, and you myself adorn Both we make two, from one love-dying sigh So keep thy worth to those who are as bold And pray they love thee as my true love hold