"Thy Beauteous Breeze"

And it is thy beauteous breeze
That withers away this old scar
My happiness shall soon unfreeze
I shall love thee, my divine star
And I shall never declare war
And I shall do my best to make
Myself a betaine exemplar
Of love, that won't ever aslake
Nor bring down, or unrightly take
I shall give, I shall never spite
Thee, my amor, shall stay awake
My heart shall undoubtably fight
For thy warm beauty, and for peace
My honor shall only increase
Thy beauteous smile, is eye clean
Aisle fove thee, and what I view
I shall stay nice, I won't get mean
My love is sweet, my soul is true
My rose is white, thy rose is blue
Thy happiness, pleases my eye
Thy faithfulness pleases me too
Thy heart sustains immortally
And it doth revile cruelty
Thou shall generously incur
My goodness from my visnomy
And to thee, my love shall appear
Thou shall accept what thou dost see
I am the dulcetness that be.
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