My love lay sleeping, where birds music made, <br />Shutting her eyes, disdainful of the light; <br />The heat was great but greater was the shade <br />Which her defended from his burning sight. <br />This Cupid saw, and came a kiss to take, <br />Sucking sweet nectar from her sugared breath; <br />She felt the touch, and blushed, and did awake, <br />Seeing t'was love, which she did think was death, <br />She cut his wings and caused him to stay, <br />Making a vow, he should not thence depart, <br />Unless to her the wanton boy could pay <br />The truest, kindest and most loving heart. <br />His feathers still she uséd for a fan, <br />Till by exchange my heart his feathers won.<br /><br />Giles Fletcher The Elder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/licia-sonnets-14/
