Sonnet # 67

If seen with eyes, done so, not pretty I!
Thus, woman, hear; behold me with your heart
And you will see a lovely bluish sky
That is my feelings as my precious art.
And if one day my lips you come to kiss,
Please, do release the color of my skin,
And of my mouth its honey you won't miss.
It will give sweet to make your thoughts, lo, spin.
Now, see in thoughts a rose a garden weed
And yet perfume that better gets with age.
Thus is, do hear, my human soul indeed.
These words believe; they should not raise a rage.
See with your heart, and it will tell you this:
I am a gem you will not come to miss.