The eyes of roses too

Roselet eyes and velvet soul , his essence of the violets blue
Shakespeare heart and love as sweet, for none compare thee true

Oh , dear seasons come to blossom,  in the conception of thy touch, and light there yonder so it seeks, the chains of just a much,

The Complexion of the palest Lilly consorts with rosary blushing cheek, And all the nights sweet stars would dwell as if to fall then bleak

For only in the light of every star in daylights break I'd seek to conform as true, for I had found in gardens fair,  the eyes of roses too.