EVER MINE
by Wayfarer (closetwayfarer at yahoo dot com)
Alone she shall ever pine How despairing fair, behold! White flower, lady ever mine
Her secret thoughts she confine Bound by tresses burning gold Alone she shall ever pine
Slowly drawn in by my designs Would she see ere we grow old White flower, lady ever mine
Still she reads awry the signs While her passion I remold Alone she shall ever pine
For to be a match most fine Naught less than my honour's sold White flower, lady ever mine
And 'til she yield, 'til we twine Deep into the night enfold Alone she shall ever pine White flower, lady ever mine
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