The Secret Poem by Sheri Green

How dost my gentle yearnings
Persuade my weak and pondering eyne
To gaze upon that heartfelt longing
That drives my spirit wild

I have seen her in the green meadow
Picking flowers with her ladies fair
I have seen her at the clothier's stalls
Whilst shopping the Market Square

Her hair as dark as the raven's wing
Eyne that shine with Heaven's bliss
Skin pale and fair as beauty's rose
Lips that partakest of Cupid's kiss

Each morn I timidly watch for her
Whilst she doth sit in the morning sun
And wish I could declare my love for her
As it is my heart she hath suredly won

Natheless, I shall wait in the shadows
Attending my lady most fair
Hoping perchance that Heaven shall hear me
And answer my most whole-hearted prayer