I do not find a flower to compare with,
Should I call her a rose,
A balsam
Or a poppy
Or a marigold
Or a chrysanthemum
Or a calendula,
What should I call her?
You please go and see the flowers
Before comparing my love,
But fear I,
If you call her yours,
Your own,
Then what shall I,
My God?
My love, let it be mine,
My love only mine,
O, see you not her for so long!
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