The lily and the rose

   
    
If I would but compare thee    
I must search the world    
and more, heaven not too far    
yet my love, my search    
will be frustrated .    
Where the lily and the rose    
with petals to compare;    
butterfly wings soft as those    
I kiss each time we love,    
set in gentle folds    
to lose myself reluctant    
leave when we have done.    
Duty mixed with pleasure    
shared to dream, day long hours    
afraid to wake, 'though should,    
I shall see stars shining,    
eyes bright, filled with love    
dark pupils, piercing deep,    
as deep I lie,