Coeur Befall

No time that makes the pleasures break
Vista across my river, stream, or seashore tells,
Now it may be a time to make
Love so tender that anew is none

Coeur so bold as to be abliss
without the smile, bright eyes to miss
Flowered lips to kiss

No time without the bloody gift
My love, so lost, so far adrift

So take just a moment to recall
All that in love must befall
Only the wind, sun, myself to recall
That time of love

Coeur befall