If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say this poet lies,
Such heavenly touches never touched earthly faces.
Oh Yemalio grant me eloquence,
To profess my love to one so fair,
And if not, some form of recompense,
For great rifts in my heart it would tear.
Your beauty will grace both song and rhyme,
For all to enjoy, for the rest of time."
lawrence@aslak.demon.co.uk