Classic Poem

Why should a heart so tender break?
O Mira! give its anguish ease:
The use of beauty you mistake,
Not meant to vex but please.

Those lips for smiling were design'd,
That bosom to be prest;
Your eyes to languish and look kind,
For am'rous arms your waist.

Each thing has its appointed right
Establish'd by the pow'rs above;
The sun to give us warmth and light,
Mira to kindle love.