L: For E.

If ev’ry other flower’s got a bloom,

then what’s so perfect as your petals are?

If ev’ry tree bears fruit betimes and soon,

then yours must come from heaven’s branches far.

I know no gaze that’s softer than your eye,

save that which yearns from my eyes unto yours.

No touch save yours can let me sweetly cry,

save when my touch your tender heart assures.

If e’er …