Perfect Embodiment
What shall I compare thee to dearest one,
The embodiment of everything good.
In perfection no one dares compare, none.
For if I do not praise thee, who else should.
Your eyes are as radiant as the stars,
Crimson red the colour of thy soft...
The embodiment of everything good.
In perfection no one dares compare, none.
For if I do not praise thee, who else should.
Your eyes are as radiant as the stars,
Crimson red the colour of thy soft...