Must beauty's warm embrace
Take always their worthy place,
Those lads nearest the breast?
Destined is love to cost
Thy those dearest,
Felt not in body but spirit.
And thus resent that rose,
Forced to forfeit the sun
For the sake of the garden.[/font]
Take always their worthy place,
Those lads nearest the breast?
Destined is love to cost
Thy those dearest,
Felt not in body but spirit.
And thus resent that rose,
Forced to forfeit the sun
For the sake of the garden.[/font]