My love's a sky where cupids sigh,
Sweet wheeling iron, a larking lullaby.
My love is right, righteous and right.
I'm right, in raving unrequite.
Valentine, I bring light and song from high,
Of me to you remind.
Oh! concubine,
On dove we'll dine.
We'll drink black wine,
My coy coarse proselyte.
My love for you razes cities, murders families.
It burns me blind.
I'll make you mine.
