Love likr hers is serene, it is her call, That brings unspoiled repose to me sublime, And new-made, bequeath remain this sweet time, Compassion sates this tender musical, And each note gently falls, and I will fall, E'en more in love, entangl'd are our bequeaths, And sovereign joy continuously breathes, Especially sweet is its am'rous call, And many crimson leaves cover her youth, The history of our love will prolong, Passim the years, pash will dom'nate this song, Whose root was solely based on my sweet tooth, That now she sees fresh amatory truth, Being used to rewrite an awful wrong.