Phoebus would not find favour in my eyes
Placed beside thee that tak'st my breath away
With thy fair countenance, so truly wise,
That gives thee total power o'er my heart's sway.
If thou were nimble Hermes with the lyre,
I'd love thee less. Thou would'st not me enfold --
Presenting me with flowers I admire,
The dulcet rose, the lys and marigold.
For knights or dukes or titles I've no care.
I'm happiest when we share a peaceful time.
If ought in me could be considered fair,
A tribute 'tis to thee, for I am thine.
Be thou my inspiration and my king.
Accept my heart and all the love I bring.
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