In lovesick versifier's fashion.
I loved her like a childish pet,
I felt I could not love another,
Until the day when first I met
Her widowed mother, charming yet,
And now, instead, I love her mother.
I love the woman, for the rose,
Full blown, excels the rosebud's beauty,
Nor think of girlish charms since those
No more inspire my Muse, which shows