See the smile upon her lips?
O, that I was that smile,
So those lips would be mine,
Morn, noon, and night....
Her beauty makes
The seraphs of heaven green with envy
And the mermaids of the lagoon
Wish for her fairness
How that smile doth plague me so!
Everywhere I turn, this smile follows,
But the face is hidden by clouds...
Where is this woman, so beautiful,
that the clouds must cover her,
lest the angels mistake her for their own,
And retrieve her too soon.
Bend low, sweet angel,
So that I might know thee.
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