Yoo-hoo my true love

It is being written to show thee

that somewhere a tempting flower blooms

when by lucky chance you might touch me.

And to kiss your lips shall be a precarious try.

As soft and sensitive as butterfly wings,

for fear they will wither & die,

after i kiss thou lips (though my heart will sing!)

My infatuation for thou soul starers,

as green as the richest leaf for when created,

was a blunder and was neglected the pair,

Thou swain sees the beauty,