My flaming Mistress

Oh Christine, how sweet is your name;

The volumes of your beauty lays other girls to shame;

The glittering fire of youth dances in your eyes;

Of life it boasts and nothing else in disguise;

And purity of soul do you possess;

of the impurities of other you do digress;

For none can sully your pristine waters;

Nor does the strength of your spirit falters.