I Love her More

by Mark

As she and I do lay 'neath summer's noon
I quarrel with the sun: who loves her more?
For you do shine her glow, rename her June
That she does wear as sunlight ever wore.
Your rays do kiss her eyes of aqua blue
That she so welcomes them does aid your cause,
And tease in mine my mortal self and you;
Whom struck her beauty so, my chest does pause.
And think that you, the purest, loves by day
But I with extra eye have doubled sight,
To gift her twice the worship you relay
And thrice more when the lover's love by night.

O' sun, good friend, I fear I have you beat!
Tho' had that very glow, me near defeat.