Change me, O heav'ns, into the ruby stone,
That on my love's fair locks doth hang in gold:
Yet leave me speech, to her to make my moan;
And give me eyes, her beauties to behold.
Or, if you will not make my flesh a stone,
Make her hard heart seem flesh, that now seems none.
Change Me, O Heav'ns
John Wilbye
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Poem topics: I love you, change, heart, speech, hard, gold, love, I miss you, stone, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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