Your mistress’ eyes may not be so bright; Her lips may not resemble crimson blood; Her skin may not glisten in the Sun’s light But you think it right to treat her like mud?
Perhaps her cheeks are lacking in colour And maybe her hair is rough to the touch But even if she couldn’t be duller, She still deserves better than you by much.
You say you listen but what does she say? The concept of love’s in need of learning. After all this, at the end of the day, It seems less like love and more like yearning.
If she has sense, she will clip this weed But, if she stays, you are lucky indeed.