The Lily and the Rose

    
      
If I would but compare you      
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,