Beauteous, O' beauteous is thy face!
How raving lovely is thy face to peek
Upon with soulful eyes and
Take into one's finest sight
Thy loving face of infinite grace.
What giveth thee such rapport
To dwell upon with heavenly score
A treatise to partake and another to placate!
'Tis worth to all of me a precious measure
Of thy love to sate and satisfy.
"Tis filling need enough to furnish deep inside,
The splendor of your loving face
Beholding, next to mine.