My April

My fair April

and perfumed May

heart, how can you bear up

amidst so much love

and so much beauty.

The neighborhood is full

of songs and kisses

my girl is called Lenio

but I keep it a secret.

My pale star

my moonbeam

my heart hangs

from your delicate brow

like a bird from

a limed twig.

My flower, my sweet flower

and perfumed rose

I’ll come to your mother

to ask for her blessing

and for the mate I love.