what is Beauty if it doesn’t look like you?
what is Precious if not the sight of you?
what lips so tethered, Scarlett red, she refuse?
what persons scent that she so heavenly pollute?
What is then, my love, if it’s not loving you:
My forever gorgeous hug, my deceiving fruit;
Where course my love while i retrieve mine over you:
How else do i love because i’m in love with you;