Thine love art mine
These next few lines I dedicate to thee
A fantasy of what can be with I
A marvel only the gods cannot see
Such pleasantries for mortals who will die
The starbright eyes shine goodness to my soul
And luscious locks of gold fair rivals silk
For skin so fair no being can control
Thy blessing is the weakness of man’s milk.
Our joyous days will have no deathly end
Fair nights do beseech Aphrodite’s will
Thus shall consummate past heaven transcend
A feat of might many have not the skill
For when thy breaths my heart just skips a beat
I pray to thee, let us be, thou art sweet.