Classic Poem

Fair , since thy virtues my affections move,
And I have vowed my purpose is to join
In an eternal band of chastest love
Our souls, to make a marriage most divine,
Why (thou may'st think) then seemeth he to prize
An outward beauty's fading hue so much?
Why doth he read such lectures in mine eyes,
And often strive my tender palm to touch?
Oh, pardon my presuming; for I swear,
My love is soiled with no lustful spot;
Thy soul's perfections through those veils appear;
And I half faint, that I embrace them not.
No foul desires doth make thy touches sweet,
But my soul striveth with thy soul to meet.