I've Naught But Thee

Wist not that I love thee
Less than these:
Cheap trinkets and pennies
Which moths and dust do destroy.
No expense have I suffered
Or ere proffered
I would not have offered
For to glimpse thee, my joy.

Would I not trade my sight,
Black as night,
Blot out the sun so bright,
And curse to fall the fair moon?
'Tis pale and wan, as am I
As if I've died
I might as as well be blind
For naught is worth sight but you.