No Man Can Trust His Fairest Love Is Kind

No man can trust his fairest love is kind,For art has alchemy so subtly boldIt turns base metal into seeming gold;And faith in Nature's goodness is as blind.For under ripeness of the apple's rindCorruption often soils exploring teeth,And sour whey may lurk in depths beneathThe cream of goodness in a placid mind.

Since this is so, I shall not risk a testAnd lose you quite. Indeed there is no need.Still on your beauty shall my senses feed,While from the best ingredients of dessertIn me I shall create blood, soul, and heart,An inner you, as perfect as the rest.