With dark locks parted in rank and file
not one stray hair there all the while
She, of few words, with voice of power
Exponentially more deserving of more than a simple flower
My heart is thine, e'er I stay
at this locale, so out of the way.
Dost thou notice me? i think not
but if so, then i shall be caught
within your bewitching gaze
Today shall lead the rest of my days
But if your heart belongs to another
Then i wish the best for this brother
if he hath the gift to keep her happy
It would best server her interests in spite of me
To see a gentle soul like hers find peace
Puts my a'flutterin heart at ease.
E'erforth, she, as is now, shall be sweet
Sweet as temptation would make a daring feat.
'Tis not right to take what is not mine.
especially her, so soft and fine.
Yet, if she dost think much of this poor fool
for the rest of days would i be, happily under her rule.
I'm happy to say in this romance, as I finish,
that I did not make a rhyme with spinach.