The Loveliness of Love

by Anon

"It is not Beauty I demand
A crystal brow, the moon's despair,
Nor the snow's daughter, a white hand,
Nor mermaid's yellow pride of hair.

Tell me not of your starry eyes,
your lips that seem on roses fed,
Your breasts, where Cupid tumbling lies
Nor sleep for kissing of his bed."

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