Song

I know that if the sea and skies were not so blue,

You would not love my azure eyes as you do.

And if the sun in heaven's height were not so golden fair,

You would not love the amber light on my hair.

Behold the poppy read the rose and drink the dew she drips;

You would not love, except for those, my red lips.

Unless I symbolized the shrine of life's delight to you,

You would not love me, lover mine, as you do.