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Lady Of Prince |Poem|

Lady of Prince


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If thou know not, O thou fairest amongst women,
Thy face with nature's own hand beauty
Those lips that love's own hand make 
For thy love is better than art.

With April's first-born flowers are rare , lo!
Thy gentle heart; thyself the rose of sha-on, and lily of valleys.
Thou are precious among the lilies,
My love look fresh, and death to me subscribes
How beautiful are thy eyes as sweet flower
O prince's love!


O, Let me, true in love, but truly write,
And then believe me, My love is fair.
Thy lips are like honey, and thy speech is comely,
And said unto me...Write!
For these love are true and faithful.


My beloved is mine, and I am his;
Most worthy comfort, now my greatest love,
Best of dearest and mine only care.
Let her kiss me with the kisses of clean soul,
That for myself I praised;
Of perfect love being dream.

Therefore desire, thou the virgin love thee,
And yet comely true be said I lover her dearly.
Let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice
Whom my soul loveth.

Behold, thou art fair, my love;
If I lose thee, my life against our God.
If they sleep, thy picture in my sight;
Or if I sleep, my heart waketh;
I must each day say o'ver the very same,
My lady of Prince, I love thee.


Behold, thou loveth fair; My beloved
Oh! old Dec's remember every where,
Come, My beloved, let us lodge in the meadow,
Let us build our love in diamond
And place my merit heart for you;
  In rest as own to sleep on arms
Also our bed is green.


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Writing a romantic lines its doesn't means reality is beautiful one. Its more beautiful  when words come from heart and continue writing about without  distance.  Yet still there many more to come up, keep reading and find the finest poem for you. 

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