Sweet Cupid Help Me Open Her Desire Your Work May Now Begin
If Our Age Becomes Any Higher Then It Will Be To Late To Her Desire Get In
Like When Winter Storms Become Standing Corn
And If It Is Too Late It Will Never Rise
And Lovers Like Us Will Wish Themselves Unborn
Because All Their Joy Is Stuck In Their Eyes
Then Sweet Cupid Let Us Get Close And Kiss
And Her Beauty Will Shine Upon The Ground
If The Years Rip Us Of This Bliss
Then Love Like This Will Never Be Found