My beloved is white and ruddy. His skin is as the most fine gold his cheeks are as a bed of spices. Even though he hasn‘t washed since last December. His eyes are as the eyes of doves his body is as bright ivory his legs are as pillar of marble. In pants so dirt
with any luck by next year, I'll be going out with one of these girls but for now, let me say, without hope or agenda, just because it's christmas, (and at christmas you tell the truth) .to me, you are perfect. and my wasted heart will love you, until you look like this