Sonnet 15

Oh, my darling, your full lips God painted! But your nice love belongs to my passion A lady’s sweet heart, but I acquainted My true wife heaven’s novaturient fashion Your loving eyes, nothing is in rolling The luminary whereupon it gazed I forgot the acts in my controlling Which steals my spirit will, your souls amazed That was you at the first sight created My Great God, when I looking at my wife! Serendipity, fell her defeated By her attraction like the sweetest knife And my better world was of love’s pleasure Her mellifluous mouth using treasure.