Help Paul and me sustain o’r romance fond.
The daily path doth take its toil on words
So sweet and thoughts so kind, and life will don
A tedious sad way unless with buds
Of roses fresh we do our love renew.
Alway’ with peace we find together join’d;
In bliss of hearth and home we bless, n’er rue
The bond of love and truth in summer form’d.
My Sweet, I do adore your pleasant ways;
Ye are a blessing great in life of mine.
N’er let me fail in word’ to find in maze
Of life my praise of you in sonnet rhyme.
You are a joy unrival’d sure in truth;
Let me be sweet alway’ to you in sooth.