There is none, O None But You
There is none, O none but you,
That from me estrange the sight,
Whom mine eyes affect to view,
And chained ears hear with delight.
Other beauties others move:
In you I all graces find;
Such is the effect of love,
To make them happy that are kind.
Women in frail beauty trust,
Only seem you fair to me;
Still prove truly kind and just,
For that may not dissembled be.
Sweet, afford me then your sight,
That, surveying all your looks,
Endless volumes I may write,
And fill the world with envied books;
Which, when after-ages view,
All shall wonder and despair-
Woman, to find a man so true,
Or man, a woman half so fair!
Thomas Campion
He say, I give you love poem chocolate, yet to see the poem and smell the chocolate ...
She say, What for you worry so much, you got plenty of chances read the poem together gather ...
29.09.2007
00:01:2007
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