A Masqueraded Angel

Outside the barn a fervent life awaits She stares hoping there’s no dire straits. As the blazing sun sparkles on the glass panes Her subdued smile show no pains. The contented cat grins and bear it Loving his mistress his purrs transmit. The large fork made the hay still The field mice ran with a shrill. Yet the lady looking out the window Her unhappiness is fully on show; Is her lover late or not coming at all She waits patiently, nothing befall. Her anxiety is to be admired Even though she looks extremely tired; Her lover is on his way though she doesn’t know Yet when she sees him her passions grow and grow. Note- this is not entered in Isiaah's contest because it is written in the wrong form.