My Cupid’s faithless eyes unkind to me,
Your edge of pretty looks slay my will,
What is my will your want none is free
Of will, compels me, do not take it ill.
To express will, will need some words,
If not on tongue, the tongue is dumb,
Riding on tongue horse fly like birds,
You say nothing if the tongue is dumb,
My pretty being proves my love in line,
Your love deceives me in a cunning way,
My eyes weep more I peak and pine,
Now I feel in my soul your love sway.
Every eyes wish release affects our will,
As soft skin is cracked by the winter chill