Cupid and thine heart
When Cupid aims his arrows at thine heart,then they like eager pilgrims cross the air!
For by thy self their mission true can start,
by finding all the best of loving there!
When after they thine heaven do depart,
they fly to seek all other lovers out!
And thus, so by thy graces, every dart,
shall enter where was once a lovers doubt!
To fill those empty spaces with such love,
a feeling sweet that thrills them sweet to sing!
And shows them as shall they be spoken of:
"A fool!" to which this love such curse did bring!
An illness most beloved and most wanted!
A touch that seems all sorrow soft to kill!
Oh blessed frames that by thy love be haunted,
one prays thine love its soul thus visit will!
And so go lovers prayers night and morrow:
"Oh Angels let these virtues grow of mine!"
While thou dost give thy self and not to borrow,
for true does give thy bliss a Valentine...
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