Sonnet # 18 Poem by John A. Hancock

Fair Lady how doth my heart beat for thee
From the very day thou sat before my eyes
My dreams since then have been of you
I wait in anticipation for them each night
Sweet lady thy words bring forth a ray of hope
To this lonely noble knight
Whose love for thee will always be
As long as my heart beats within me the breath of life
I cannot shower thee with riches
Cause a poor man for now I be
The only treasure I can truly offer
Are the endless words of love I scribed for thee
Nightly shall I pray thou would offer me the chance I seek
To gain your love and heart for these words be the truth I speak