Shall I love thee? What is thine cost? To give I, thine heart, to love I, with all your devices?
Thou art lovely in this place, young love of mine. A rose, you hold boldly pressed gainst your lips.
My love is likened unto thee, like the very dawn which pursue the moon in its endless affection and love.
The soft rises of your breath, your noble countenance endears me to you, holds you against my heart, so that I may not breath in your presence, yet utter words of love to you.
I love thee so boldy my heart does, your beauty unsurpassed in all the ages.
Look on I with thine favourable eyes, please give thine love to thee.
For nothing was ever clearer in my life, then the love of which I hold you, the love of which you stand for in my very eyes.