Golden Heart

Beneath thy eyes lay a sweet loving soul; To it, the weak and strong of hearts attract; A queen thou art seeking not finest gold, But for gold hearts thou seem to stage an act. Whereon thy lips, strawberry sweets reside, That weary thoughts, its taste might all dismiss; For days on end, thy lips have yearned in pride... ...For golden hearts they yearn to kiss with bliss. Thy beauty lures even the blind of sight, For thou art fairer than the Queens on Earth; And thy treasure, a golden hearts' delight... ...Thy treasured love, of more delight than wealth; And if my words to thee have love impart, Daresay I'm deemed a man of golden heart.