If I could compare thee.....
If I could compare thee,my fair maiden, If I could find something in Gods creation which could compare to thee.
I would fail in the simple account of your beauty, there are no words to express your enchanting face.
If only the clumsy tongue could express your beauty
the stumbling stammering words, suddenly find eloquence, a fair voice for to shame the songbirds
The curlew and the lark upon high would silence their cries to hear your voice
The sound from your lips would shame the nightingale into silence lest it could be compared to your voice.
The heavens would crumble if they thought you could be placed within them
To be compared to you, alas poor heaven they would pale and die.
Take to the autumn, the colours bronze and gold
All of this cannot equate to your myriad aspect
All clamour should cease to behold you
Pray for the sweet silence upon which fair maiden you should be praised.
Yet do not let silence come upon you my love
Speak ! Let creation hear you, let God himself listen in wonder at your voice.
Although cruel time may wither this body, upon which I am dust
As ashen as words falling upon my tongue,.
Never shall time wither you, as Aphrodite's beauty shall forever be spoken
Forever will your coutenance be praised until the very heavens do finally wither themselves
Forever sweet maiden shall I search for the words
Forever shall I stumble, my unworthy tongue useless inside my mouth
And yet, as day draws down upon your autumnal scene one last, one final ray shines upon you
yet fair evening sunset would pale in comparason with your face and the stars fail in the very skies lest they be compared to your eyes.
Boneman 2007
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