Answer to The Passionate Shepherd

I’ll come to thee and be thy love,
In simple pleasures we will prove.
Sparkling waters down mossy rocks,
And watching shepherds feed their flocks.

And on thy front porch we will gaze,
At starry skies and tranquil days.
Keeping time, only hourglass sands,
Hearts entwined and holding hands.

And I wont need thy beds of flowers,
But arms to hold through tender hours.
Upon my head a cap of joy,
No myrtle leaves need be thy ploy.

A gown of caresses is all I desire,
Thy touch to put out yearnings fire.
Thy warmth to keep me from the cold,
Thy hand in mine always to hold.

For these delights to thee I bind,
Heart, hands, soul and mind.
If these delights thy mind may move,
I will come to thee, and by thy love.