Love and my love did range the forest wild, <br />Mounted alike, upon swift coursers both. <br />Love her encountered, though he was a child. <br />"Let's strive," saith he, whereat my love was wroth, <br />And scorned the boy, and checked him with a smile. <br />"I mounted am, and arméd with my spear; <br />Thou art too weak, thyself do not beguile; <br />I could thee conquer if I naked were." <br />With this love wept, and then my love replied: <br />"Kiss me, sweet boy, so weep my boy no more." <br />Thus did my love, and then her force she tried; <br />Love was made ice, that fire was before. <br />A kiss of hers, as I, poor soul, do prove, <br />Can make the hottest freeze and coldest love.<br /><br />Giles Fletcher The Elder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/licia-sonnets-04/
