The face was ugly
That I thought rotten weed much better.
But when the tongue spoke,
And angel I did view.
I`ve never fashioned me
After another`s likes.
And thus I stand unique,
A copy of my own.
When I do cry my tears of sadness
For my mind is one with madness,
I wish I were another man.
I wish I had, lo, world, some gladness.
If thoughtful wish could cure the sick
And wishing wealth restore the poor,
Many the millions I would fix
For in my love I always ask
A sweetness seen upon her face,
The highest of the human race.
She walks with a style and grace
It is the summer of the year.
The birds are singing, flowers are.
But my dear Love with me not here.
She`s gone from earth. Please, God, this hear!
My hands do want to touch
Your queenly face and chest.
Your beauty is of such
That seems by heaven blest.
In a cloud I saw a child
Who poured his tears on me.
You see, my ground was dry,