My Love in her attire doth show her wit,
It doth so well become her;
For every season she hath dressings fit,
For Winter, Spring, and Summer.
No beauty she doth miss
When all her robes are on:
But Beauty's self she is
When all her robes are gone.
Madrigal
Anonymous
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Poem topics: spring, summer, winter, I miss you, Season, beauty, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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