My dame's visage with the heaven's own hand is painted,

she the patronal paramour of my passion.

Her high born heart has a dissimilarity,

when collates with similarity in fair sex's fashion.

Her eyes have added glistering than others,

most genuine, luminating up the things she looks upon.

Her form exite men's souls and astonish women's souls.

Her speech faints languages.

Her heart appears dashing truth.

Meny men came in her life showing money and mirth,

to none she heeded but to my homely heart.

Yet I wish 't's the mystic dedication of this woman

by Empyrean for me,

which equipped her beyoned all the desires a man need.

And I say...

She is my only treasure and is my pleasure.

Skald Quill Carry