Emma Watson Empire

Poem: 1

Looking over the sweetest of the delights ,
The fair,over the heavens whites,
No beauty ever such outmade,
That now my fortune eyes on laid.
May the god happy ever than be
That my sight like heavens see.
The face,the sweetness and the glow-
That the curls on the cheeks flow,
That stands out for a lifeworth in change.
But now the over moments
That the pain and agony ruled
Now only with a slighted delight pulled,
The face, the glimse, outruled,
Now the breath ever smile in me;
And the thought that now my mind ever happy be.