A Valentine From Long Ago
Mine eyes espy thy golden hair
No crown of gilded jewels more fair
Wither you go, you go with grace
Sweet one, ye who are so fair of face
I beseech you, tarry here a bit
Canst thou come and by me sit
I come to ye on bended knee
Oh, thou art the very heart of me....
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2013
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