TO YOU FAIR FRIEND To you fair friend you never can be old for as you were when first your eyes I eyed such seems your beauty still three winters cold have from the forest shook three summers pride three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned in process of the seasons I have seen there April perfumes in three hot june s burned since first I saw you fresh which yet are green ah yet both beauty like a dial hand steal from his figure and no pace perceived son your sweet hue which methinks still doth stand hath motion and mine eyes may be deceived for fear of which hear this thou age unbred ere you were born was beauty summer dead. by DJ Pilsen johnny Arteaga
Posted on: Sat, 03 Aug 2013 22:39:47 +0000