15/16th century poem
No sickness worse than secret love It's long, alas, since I pondered that No more delay; I now confess my secret love, so slight and slim
I gave a love that I can't conceal to her hooded hair, her shy intent her narrow brows, her blue-green eyes her even teeth and aspect soft
I gave as well - and so declare- my soul's love to her soft throat her lovely voice, delicious lips snowy bosom, pointed breast
And may not overlook, alas, my cloud-hid love for her body bright her trim straight foot, her slender sole, her languid laugh, her timid hand
Allow there was never known before such a love as mine for her there lives not, never did, nor will, one who more gravely stole my love
Do not torment me, lady Let our purposes agree You are my spouse on this Fair Plain so let us embrace
True_Loves1stKiss · Mon Feb 09, 2015 @ 08:10pm · 1 Comments |