When thou goeth
Down the lane
Goeth my heart
Like tempered chain
Nay too feeble
To oppose
The sweetened nectar
Of thy rose.
Sunbeams dancing
On thy hair
Showing thou art
Far more fair
Than fictioned goddess
With ample breath
Who robbed eternal
life from death.
But thy beauty
Only now
Grows more pronounced
And yet somehow
Grows tarnished when
Ascribed by youth
Whose beauty is
But partial truth
Thy beauty is
Not just a day
When those who glance
Upon thee say,
"Thou art pleasing
To the eye.
I could love thee
till I die."
My love for thee
Does not rest
Upon thy face, thy
skin or breast
Tis much deeper
That I find
A kindredness in
Heart and mind.
No other beauty
Can replace
Thy peaceful smile
and inner grace
That speaks so gentle
To my soul
And makes my tattered
psyche whole.
Only of its'
Own accord
Could thy heart
Learn to afford
Kindness and be full
Of grace
Living life
Without a trace
Of grudge or ire
In thy soul
Just love and warmth
doest thou dole
To good and bad
In men and mice
Asking naught in
Deed or price.
Yes, thy beauty
does run deep
And makes my heart
inside me leap.
The sight or thought
of your approach
My heart, my mind
My soul's encroach. |
