Your beauty is not self-substantial

Your beauty is not self-substantial.
Oh, my dear, don’t leave my heart niggarding.
Unfair feels this feeble world;
Don’t leese yourself into the darkness.
Your beauty happies the fragile rose
And takes away the sigh of all elements
And steep-up a hard racing to your presence
Where highmost my heart to reach
That beauty of your divine being.
My eye hap to see that rose
Which walks on this feeble place;
That unthrifty tyranny wants to make you pay
Thy beauty your being holds
Seeing your beauty age.
Oh my dear improvident wants it to be
That beauty within time die
The eye of that person
Who’s jealous of your beauty so divine…
Ruinate will it be
The thought of such one
Gaudy beauty has never being
As the one yourself holds
As the wind is flying around the world
News of your beauty is flying so…
Women weed themselves with the best
Overworking with hands
What you hold so dear
That glass never lies
Your eyes will always live.
That fond thought
Of deceasing with time what you hold
And angels are looking so
For such beauty of thee.
So your skin holds a rose forever-young
Fire itself doesn’t burn as your beauty does
The earth doesn’t give birth to such beauty
Water haven’t hold something so clear
And air is always caressing your beauty
That beauty that only comes from above
And so wonderfully belongs to me…