• a poem unto a lady
    who is oh so shady
    when she is near
    every thing is clear
    all my sorrow
    she does hollow
    even when she is mad
    peace have I had
    for this world is cruel
    yet mine she doth rule

    brown curls
    from her head furls
    she came in a dream
    her beauty doth stream
    her hand in mine
    her face does shine
    cute she may be
    for she is all i see

    for her a poem i write
    it will be a marverlous sight
    will she like it
    or will she despise it
    in it will be my heart
    for it was from the start
    words won't detain
    these feelings so insane