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Because my Love has lips that taste of glory, / That breathe of love, that are as red as wine, / My days and nights are as a pleasant story / Told in a valley sweet with rose and vine.
Because my Love has hair that smells of flowers, / That is as soft and cool as forest shade, / Therefore the tale of all my blissful hours / Be writ in gold and at her footstool laid.