• My dear love, thou art so sweet,
    I’ve killed my inner self so I that I may not sleep,
    Thou make me feel so alive,
    Thou lay upon me thy wondrous eye,
    That I could not wish to belie mine own gaze,
    From thy heart-warming face,
    Thou art so truly perfect, I must hate,
    So that I may be able to defy my fate,
    I wish to have a place near thy breast,
    So that I may rest,
    In these eternal clouds of bliss,
    Waiting for when thou shall wake me with a kiss.