Woman mine, that I
shouldst e'er behold beautiful
more lovely than thee.
Thou hath swept away
a broken heart now mended
and love fills my soul.
I knew from the start
that this heart would pine for thee
beyond forever.
That mine eyes will ne'er
see one more splendid than thee
I am blind for you.
That here I bear rose
rendering love sweet to thee
that I wilt be blessed.
Forever by you
lost in your lovely visage
bound eternally.
I love you.