Whilst i doth not see reason in mine love
Remaining held within mine heart 't lies
Then wherefore would i hurt at which (hour) thee cry
Or find thy beauty pedestaled above

No reason sane for mine warm heart thereof
Yet i, like young plumage, thee maketh spry
Against rhyme and reason mine heart defies
Whilst understood not, tis hath felt enough

As toldeth thou has't been, thee art mine muse
To personify beaut doth take thy form
Beyond all comprehension this is true
For mine love as if 't be so, a storm
Thee blossom in the heavens many hues
Bringeth forth drones of love, thos et hat should swarm

Thine thoughts shared in full maketh me scarlet

Love nev'r withheld showeth thy heart (in) true

To neglect thy love i couldst never do

In thine care lacking mine sky lies starless

Thee nev'r neglect, thee art mine starlet

As to ensure valourous health commune

Thee at each moment’s voice a lovely croon

Thine cherishment an alluring garden

One in which i might find mineself resting

Thy ever present love enjoyable

Faith as if ‘t be true, a waft cresting

For in our health nev’r, deplorable

A situation discovered nesting

Our bond as created, unbreakable