Thou art perfection where Nature is not;
Oh, She Herself but wishes to possess
The twinkle of thine eyes in dawn's dewdrops,
The deep rouge of thy lips in red roses.
Thy smile is always brighter than the sun,
The blush on thy cheeks fairer than petals.
To thy sweet countenance the moon be dun;
Thy laughter's worth more than precious metals.
A rose may bloom and wilt away in time;
Thy beauty is forever and divine.
