Ye Fair Beauty

Upon your fair visage, a divine radiance gleams,
If my heart stirs, what fault lies in my dreams?

In the shade of your tresses, a blossom unfurls, Like dawn's first light, banishing night's pearls.

Wherever my gaze falls, intoxication blooms,
If my heart flutters, whose fault is this it fumes?

In your lowered glance, mischief takes flight,
In your laughter, thunder ignites the night.

Your beauty, like wine, in sweet disarray,
If my heart trembles, what's the fault in this way?

Wherever your steps fall, the air transforms,
As spring itself dances in your charms .

Where else can such allure and grace be found, For in you alone, true splendor is crowned.