My love amazed did blush herself to see, <br />Pictured by art, all naked as she was. <br />"How could the painter know so much by me, <br />Or art effect what he hath brought to pass? <br />It is not like he naked me hath seen, <br />Or stood so nigh for to observe so much." <br />No, sweet; his eyes so near have never been, <br />Nor could his hands by art have cunning such; <br />I showed my heart, wherein you printed were, <br />You, naked you, as here you painted are; <br />In that my love your picture I must wear, <br />And show't to all, unless you have more care. <br />Then take my heart, and place it with your own; <br />So shall you naked never more be known.<br /><br />Giles Fletcher The Elder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/licia-sonnets-06/
