O the smile thou ow'est
Isn't it the great Globe's best?
Thy heart does possess the beauty of love,
Isn't it like that of the heavenly Dove?
How bright sparkling thy the face
Is there any to count thy beauty less?
In my darkdom, thou the light
Thou art the Renaissance bright!
Thy eyes are the gates of heaven
Who am I? Yes, yes, I'm forgotten!
Thy lips, more tender than the rose
Does one ever fail thy to choose?
Beauty speaks and let reason to disappear
O my fairy Friend, Will thou not be my peer?
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