For fools do
of what they do not know
come forth now
and too thy enemy peace
oh loving hate
oh anything of nothing those create
oh heavy light of darkness
for the day is young
and love but a dream
which beauty is found to be second
so seek happy days
and dream of happy nights
but love is not to be truely trusted
for cupid arrows are wildly thrown
for I am a lover
who cupids wings have barrow
for love ones was rough to me
so I say to thee, "be rough to love"
for this dream of dreamers
I now dream
for only fools
dream this dreams
like clowds in the sky
which wind blows
those love do the same
to oh heavy soul of myne
now drink th esweet liquor
which from angels flow
so find your self drunk,
drunk in love
from lips to lips
this emotion flows
making a kiss
thy fairys touch
which transform bitter hate
onto sweet, sweet love
and on this dream
I see hate within
like a drop of a dark liquid
this hate spreads
oh loving hate
oh anything of nothing those crate
oh heavy light of darkness
to which I awake
and artificial light through which I see
and with this
my hand of dreams it draws
lovely curves which letter become
with each stroke of my quill
and the red ink
of which my blood has made
for more pure color
has I not seen
come gentel night
and give thee a second dream
far from hate
I beg of thee
and as I lay
for paradise I pray
let me be taken to such a place
where fairys are found
in green fields
of flowers those they be sorround
in such a place
where love is to be found
and if in thy wisdom
no help be found
with this thoughts
I'll help it presently
for dreams of love
are what lovers ask
now be not to long
to bring a dream
a dream of dreams
on this lonely night
for sweet love is on a lover heart
those giving emotions
which are hard to describe
but in this dreams quick to provide.
This is my story of love
for I am a lover
whos cupid wigns have borrow
and of everything and nothing
I write
for I write of dreams.
