My courtship in a sonnet

I lay mine eyes in beauty no less
than yours alone.
I'll come about with daffodils and roses
on the footsteps of thy door,
Then thou shalt listen to mine words
As I recite upon thy gracious eyes.
My lady! Oh muse within mine own heart,
Dost thou not see or need or know
What I beseech upon thee?
If not then so be it so
Yet be gentle with thy favor.
For like the many stars that glimmer in the pitch black night,
My love for thee has come about.