Yet, thou disrobed, so I may love
Within these dreams—that body bare
Feel next to mine, as me thou dost
Service with kisses, sweet caress
And tendernesses soft and fair.
I am enamored, and I must
Pay homage to thee, though the press
Of time defeats me—fair enough!
Lovely, the road of life is rough,
And I have known, as none do spare
The ravages of time, ’tis just
That all are subject to the stress
If in unequal terms—yet fare
Thee well, sweet visage. Dust to dust,
We do succumb; but me dost bless
In thine appearance, off the cuff.