O sugared talk, wherewith my thoughts do live! <br />O brows, love's trophy and my senses' shine! <br />O charming smiles, that death or life can give! <br />O heavenly kisses from a mouth divine! <br />O wreaths too strong, and trammels made of hair! <br />O pearls incloséd in an ebon pale! <br />O rose and lilies in a field most fair, <br />Where modest white doth make the red seem pale! <br />O voice whose accents live within my heart! <br />O heavenly hand that more than Atlas holds! <br />O sighs perfumed, that can release my smart! <br />O happy they whom in her arms she folds! <br />Now if you ask where dwelleth all this bliss, <br />Seek out my love and she will tell you this.<br /><br />Giles Fletcher The Elder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/licia-sonnets-52/
