The Lace Princess
A beauty beyond Melody In stars as perfect as marble statue Curves as if born of sea foam Skin so perfect to shame the moon Her hair as Golden as the suns amber rays And so flowing as to be silk made of wind The Aphrodite of my common toils To this angel do I gaze upon Day in and day out till her prayer upon the balcony. Perhaps she'll see me here In the cherry grove stunned by her Yet do I wish for such a glance? For if she doth think me a fool Then by what hopes do I live...