My Love In Summer
LXXXVI
The summer simmers almost anything
My love for thee do glimmer in the heat
That leaves me feeling like a mighty king
Yet fancy thee I find it bittersweet
My love in summer loathes to go outdoor
The dry and dusty drought dries up a flower
Thou knowest well that I do love thee more
For thou art rare as early summer shower
My lady likes to stay within the shade
Her salmon hues made fair, and brownish hair
And endless youth preserved with coming age
Deprived of much synthetic beauty care
Thou art most certainly without such aid
A most lovely creature God ever made
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