LASCOVIO

His eyes are deepest forest green,

And yet of brightest jade unseen.

His lips are full and red like blood

The same, his nails, though length they flood.

His skin is smoothest velvet,

And white as snow, some covet.

His hair is long almost as day,

And shines like gold or sunlight ray.

Though distant, and cold he may appear,

Any other thing would be more near.

True he shows cold disdain,

But just for those who have brought rain.

In truth he is more full of compassion

Than any man should have will or ration.

He love so deeply it can kill,

And gives also one their fullest fill.

So them you ask what else matters,

Well he can leave you in rags and tatters,

But that’s not his way, look for a new link.

Aha! There we find malice in his lover, Quinc