Ne’er hath I saw such a sun as bright as thy smile,
Nor hath I seen a view with beauty such as thine.
Many a day do I looketh at the pastures and streams,
At the trees and nature itself,
But ne’er once hath I saw a beauty worthy of comparison with thine.
Thy kindness is as prominent as the moon
On a cloudless night at the strike of the midnight hours
Thy voice is that of an angelic, celestial being,
One of which rivals the Sirens themselves.
A spirit so fiery warm, that it comes into comparison
Only with lightning itself.
Prithee, for today, thee have been appraised in this way,
Not only for thy beauty but for what is inside of thee.
Ne’er should you forgetteth, that thee is as whimsical
As magic itself.