So art thou mine own as air is to breathe
Fresh as morning dew awakens in Spring,
And love to the newborn as ay doth teethe,
For golden shines wedding ring’s first glist’ning.
Stealing the moment as light meets new eyes,
Where love responds in an instant whirling
Such refrain where two hearts meet in reprise,
That pleasured passion’s bliss resounds swirling.
Feasting on such sight senses do reveal
Mine gluttony on all, gives thine soul meaning;
For starvation moans as do worlds appeal
Where blessed sight thy face royal queening,
That selfish crown’d heavy necks art weening,
And dreams do live on faithful clouds leaning.