‘Tis true love’s smitten touch which I espound,
Elusive, yet a treasure when it’s found.
For I put forth, no finer beauty lies,
Than here within thy shining love-filled eyes.
Thy soul resides within those glist’ning jewels.
I propose that nay-sayers are fools.
For silent succor deep within me cries,
“Without true love thy soul most surely dies!”
But verily, with grace I find it here.
The sense of it anon, so deep, so dear,
It leaves me breathless, lost in total bliss.
I rush ahead to seal it with a kiss.
Oh time! I lock away this moment dear,
Prithee, this dream remains forever clear.