If love has us entwined, then let be three;
And of our genes we splice, proportion you;
The greater half to mere a third of me
That I proclaim of beauty; now is two.
Tho' loving sin desires you for my own,
Is in that sin consideration finds:
Another be as loved as loved I've known
By beauteous of form, our offspring binds.
Then she alike, will love a lonely man
Whose bitterness towards his mirror's self
Be changed from bitter farce to sweetest fan:
My darling kin then loved as you, myself.
Love's fate that draws us both could greater still
Live on your beauty and your loving will.