A gazing eye upon her smile
the sacred words make it all worth wile
because i see her lips they blush for shame
to make me the person i never became
the violet of purple colour came
and the sun's and her power are now the same
the marigold, daisy abroad doth spred,
but not one can stand that scarlet red
dyed in the blood she made my heart shed
and in that sweet secret this envy is bred
the rain, witch she waters the flowers,
falls from my eyes, that dissolves in the shower.
