Sonnet # 46 Janet Poem by John A. Hancock

Thou art a sweet maiden with hair of fire
T'which burns a passion deep in thee
In your arms to quench that firery flame
Tis a place I hath longed each night to be
Time for us is a precious gift
The mantle clock leaves but a little time to spare
With only frequent kisses to remind us of
The all to brief time we shared
Thy skin is soft and silky
Tis to me a pleasure to explore
One taste of thy rose coloured lips
Hast left me always wanting more
My thoughts doth drift towards thee each day
Forever in my dreams shall you always stay