My love is not for sale but given free
To she who once so deeply touched my heart
That those with eyes, that is, whose eyes can see
Full know that we should never be apart
So lady though to you this meaneth nought
A mild perplexity, perhaps, that I should care
And to you I'm worth but scarce a single thought
Then listen to this poet, that's if you dare
As he extols your virtues all afire
Remembers how he once would smooth your hair
Light up your eyes, aburning wth desire
And taste your lips, a merging oh so rare
You must then see why he would wish to save
Such memories from here unto the grave