Her lily locks that lap against her neck
To string my fingers through is but a dream
Already smitten, bound, my mind a wreck
To gain her heart, impossible it seems
Her smile met mine and stole its mighty strength
A nervous heart, left drowning in her wake
To gain the closeness needed takes times length
To feign a chance makes hope for this a fake
Her purest skin resembles angel white
There’s hope her face reflects inside her heart
A sinner I am worthless in her sight
Unhopeful that her courtship I can start
Be there a chance it might with her begin
I must start slow, endure the mind to win
J. Abram Barneck.
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Revised: 14 Dec 2003 17:14:20 -0700.