Like the fairer sky,
Likes the fairest moon.
And lads do seek for a truthful lie
In search of a cheerful gloom.
These are who never loved for so
And do have felt for fair looks.
Whose dreams do stutter their lips
And his greed filled upto her neck.
Loads of sorrow, has knelt them
Down to the dust of pain, when
He did had no fear to fall;
A true lover he must be then.
Quoth,”lover knows not whom he love,
Is as dark as night or as fair as dove.