I cannot bear that this girls young sweet line
Lust swell, be stuck and swagger at her hips
Smooth skin wrap nicely shaped arcs rounded with fat
Life thickened her spring,
Her youth of slim and lovely april buds
With the wind for her hair, and fragrance in her touch
So she must hide her radiant form
Within,
One would ever dream of
Seeing the beautiful girls daily
That time will throw its overcoat of age
To the youthfull mould of beauty
