Through thine eyes may there be the truest star A wonder wide awake if I may say; And Venus shall then be seen from afar Sharing the sky along with the Milky Way. Your breath then echoes onto those shadows Leaving a chilly glimmer of silver; Barely can be seen Cupid’s arrows, Brushing past myrtles, I may thus offer. Everlastingly would I wait, I admit, Since the moon is beautiful, isn’t it?
