My maiden's love is like a cloud in june
When the sky darkens the heavens above,
Her voice a-calm me as the thund'ring tune
I will heed to them loud and clear my love.
Her eyes two rainbows feature to my day,
Her ebony hair dropping down like rain,
'She's that dew on my ugly head' I say;
For love, and not for lustfulness to gain.
But when the cloud is gone by the season
Lock'd in God knows where, for I do not know;
My maid'n goes warm to me for no reason,
She scorch me hard so I may leave and go.
For I know my maid'n is neither a cloud
Nor mist, just a metaph'r crying out loud!
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for love and not for lustfulness, very fine,