Fair Is My Love(1/2)
Edund Spenser
Fair is y love, when her hair golden hairs
With the loose d ye wavg ce to ark;
Fair when the rosered cheeks appears,
Orher eyes the fire of love does spark.
Fair when her breast like a rich den bark,
With precio rdise she forth doth y,
Fair when that cloud of pride, which oft doth dark
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