For what is love if not the sight of you,

Soft eyes that boast the light of lustrous dawn,

Broad cheerful smile that warms hearts through and through,

Sweet voice wherein all pleasing notes abound;

Lithe movements born of gentle liberty

And yet a presence firm in soft command,

Proud virtue that archangels blush to see—

Compassion true that knows no gentler hand.

I thank the gods that made the female form,

Refined the best and blest it once again

Placing her by my side to take my arm,

To sing to me each day in glad refrain.

As gods permit, your beauty shall live on,

An angel bright, enshrined here in my song.