Whilst neath the eye of night that shades of blue
and freckled stars of godly beauty marks
a gaze had sought to borrow sparks of new
that echoes through a choir of tenor larks

A twinkled hope between the love and moon
as tho' the orb has pierced it's scene within,
has been too many full, to say too soon;
a blackness starved of which could win herein.

Cliché to wish, yet wish it now will be
and placed upon celestial dots in sky
connect there one and grant it then to me
where love resides and knot these in a tie.

O' splendorous night-dream let cast such light
that renders fuse of heart to gleam a-bright!

When I do love you'll know you have been loved
For heart's like mine do serve it's Queen's own suit
And shame with whom this pride yet cheats by gloved.
As twenty plus that two has no refute,
Deny tho' him by playing then again
Yet shows on red the black the false accrued;
Then she would query this: the tell of vain;
And read beyond the card, his hand delude!
But play do I for greater stake from you:
You'll be my Queen when all the Kings are dealt
And tho' me be a Jack or Ace or two
It's they my love I bluff, by you I've knelt.

Your graceful turn, oh holder of all hearts
To play for love? Or break me into parts!