Sonnet 6

Heaven’s waters flow down from up above, And give to you a bath of fragrant roses, Your marble figure clothed by spinning doves, I mist perfume to tickle your fine nose, I love to see you walking oh so fair, As music jumps at every stride you make, I have no fate than have you in my care, This vow to you I say and never break, Yet though I never learned the price of pain, The darts you threw at me left such a wound, They test the lover’s power to remain sane, I wish you cut my leaves and left me pruned; And after all the petals have been swept, In groves and sailing hills their air is kept.