I Need a Wife

Come find me! I saw the nigh perfect ides
Of the woman upon the screen, and thought
Only of being unfaithful to you,
Whoever you are, I call you Amaris.
I do not know you, but imagine you
And seeing the red of her breasts shamed me
For the only pair of breasts I wish to 
See are yours. I do not know you. Come,  come
Come find me! So I am not a lustful 
Wight. I will give up talents of silver 
And gold, so long as I have you. Come, come
Find me, before I am miserable for 
Life, and cannot but despair, yes, every
Broken moment of my life. Come find me.