Sonnet # 40

Come, darling, to my bed and naked be!
Now beauty lives in you like red the rose.
I think that human eyes, they all agree
Quite high your gait, your charm, your every pose.
And when you're bare, your nudeness to my eyes,
I will embrace your flesh, your breasts I'll kiss.
Your body, dear, not twice, but I will thrice
go in that part or sacred cicatrix.
Yes, human flowers I at times have seen
Both clothed and nothing had upon their skin.
But in my mind, no doubt, you are the Queen,
More beautiful than spring and ever fresh.
Please make me, woman, the happiest man on earth!
Your love to have; give me that gift or worth.