Lyf feelth empty without thee
Empty without taste
Echeþing feelth trite
Feelth trite without thee
Thou art graunt þing for mee
Graunt þhing be alyve in mee
Thou art a diamond in mine
Diamond of heart who shine
Thy eyes shine at my face
Make mee wandering in delusive
I ne'er be aware th shine
'til falling mee in love
Truly... Thou art a diamond in mee
Th most lovely on throne
Th throne wher we be in love
Th throne be in our palace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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