O my lady-luve like a charming daffodil
Our union bells art ringing shrill
O my luve, like a fleeting wind
Our obstacles art finally binn'd
O' I am apace running towards thee,
Leaving hence all the melancholy
Doth not know how much thee hast done for me,
Rid me of the chains of agony
O' mine lady, as fine as rose,
The divine hath pushed us close,
A love like ours doth never fade,
For in each other we hath found our shade.
Anon cometh the time where we shalt meet,
Declare yond struggles wert worth the feat,
Our love, a flame that cannot be tamed,
For it hath been blessed and framed.
O' my cherry, as sweet as berry,
Thou art the one I wast searching already,
Our love, a tale that shall never grow old,
For it hath been written in the stars, so bold.
The day, we decide and stay close,
Entire pains of the heart go repose,
Our love, a bond that shall never get yolden,
For it hath been spoken in a fabric unbroken.
O' my blanket, as warm as a gasket,
Thou art quaint, as much as the rose in the basket,
I loveth thee for eternity,
And this is not at all a flattery.
I will try try and try, until the world gang dry,
But, mine love, O' remember, my love for thee shall never die.
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