Chizzie, the morn is bright and fair and so are you.
When shall my envy cease for He that loveth thee?
Everyday I long to behold your facial view,
thoughts of you have occupied my once barren mind.
For now you are all in the World that I can see.
Your impeccable demeanor is hard to find.
Chizzie my love, you are truly Divinely endowed.
Your face is the epicentre of your beauty
supported firmly by your straight Stately Pillar
which stands on the female treasures of your body.
your pleasant voice is an emotional healer.
Chizzie, come in and have my head with success crowned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem