On Finding Love
Oh my Lady, my Lady, how thy love doth beseech me
to stop a moment when methinks of thy lovely vision
with hair as golden as the morning light and eyes so green,
Ne'er have I been in love with such a miracle as thee.
Could thine eyes so passionate ever leave me in despair?
mistake not my draughts of contentment for mere allusion
for it is no allusion this wondrous love in my heart,
Through hours, through years, I shall sing like an enchanted lark!
Tis true you make the sun shine in the glorious heavens
sunsets and sunrises suit a mystical affusion
when doth we two are walking side by side and hand in hand,
Thy love is all I truly want, I hope thee understands.
Thy beauty and thy love shall last a lifetime in mine eyes
and thou and I shall find such a peace with no delusion
for thine heart is pure like a child in marvelous play,
I would surly die for thee and for thee live every day.
April 26, 1997