To what shall I compare you, love?
To caves below or land above?
And what of your heart's most radiant hue?
Verdant green or azure blue?
If I call it most beautious red,
will you please rise off this bed?
For my crimson adorns your brow
as I wait, any moment now
for a flicker, a twitch, a glistening eye.
Shall I, too, tell them all goodby-
