forht make hast thou beauty dies
' tis O the way when one girl cries
shant raise thy swords tempt golden blood
ay thy foe slain beauties tears aloft a flood
she hath wrought forfeit power of thy swords
crept beneath thy shallow sin of thy boards
what doth a sunset from a fellows view
make a love that he canst persue
'tis bide farwell to thou love so faint
yeilded from abode to seducing saint
O love still wakened, still thee new
a gift'd from a man seiged true
thee withered whereas' a vanity tis laughter
shall follow a fellow so near quaint love, right after.
shall sit burdened pedal on thy fire
from fellows heart, weeping, to desire
Yet, afar from, a maiden so pure
he shant steal a love twas without cure
O temptation thee fiery love so free
O temptation twas bartered from he
' tis thy loves power, to battle sin
yet, love without choice, has to win
A tale told of a love so great
Ay, pure luck or idle fate?
Twas as thy sky her eyes faint blue
Confessioned thy heart of pure man thee little knew
Confessioned upon, yes, a bitter heart indeed
grew from a kiss of a tiny need
Cried out his passion of love for a girl so grand
and asked thy world, if he was worthy of her hand
twas of a fleeting second lost yet, dear
whenst he'd shed a tiny piece of tear
Weeping from a heart he couldn't touch
yet thy man of tears didntst help him much
A tender laugh of thy rich care
'twas rays of sun made up her hair
O to hand a held from tragedy
could be a love that couldn't be
O love lost he wanted it so
held close to love, couldn't let go
ne'er seen a beauty of her way
had a taste of love, but it couldn't stay
