Tell me my dear what truths lay in your looks
For you would love another's face not mine
Your beauty was but savage barbed hooks
All other female faces to outshine.
Though many lovers came before my day
My heart beat faster and more loud
I stood the test of faithfulness to say
Take me, my love, for I will make you proud.
And so you loved me piece by little piece
Took my hand and swore to love me true
Until cruel death or breath should cease
And we were whole, just being me and you
I am the unlucky one that breathes apace
Left slowly dying in my lover's grace.