Flowers and Love

A girl am I and gladly do rejoice in the new season of the year, thanks be to Love and to my happy thoughts.
Through the green meadows do I go to see the yellow flowers and white and red, the roses on their thorns and the white flowers-deluce; and I go likening them to the face of him who loving me hath captured me, even as she that doth desire naught else save her delight.
When among these I find a flower that seems like him, I pluck and kiss it and speak to it, and open all my soul to it and what the heart desires, and then I plait it up with other flowers to make a garland for my fine gold hair.
And as by nature every flower doth give delight unto our eyes, so this one gives delight as if indeed I saw him who hath snared me with his gentle love; the greater joy its perfume gives me speech may not express, but these my sighs true witness bear thereof.
Heavy and harsh they never leave my breast like other ladies' sighs; but warm and soft they come from me and speed toward my love: who, when he feels them, of himself is moved to give delight to me, and comes even at that moment when I whisper: " Come, ah! come, lest I despair! "
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