i saw the beauty of a flower and its relfection breed of the sun, 

the marble touch of the heart found in an moment of breef.

the lily flower so soft and so sweet, 

and everything else casted of by a moment of meet. 

the touch, the heart

the mere soul, 

the italian spring merely loved by my foe. 

my love for a violet thay lay its bay, 

by everything seen my heart may delay.

by a touch merely found merely seen, 

merely loved this italian spring. 

my soul seem so low yet it the touch of the foe.