Through a pane of glass
I am fallen in love
Of porcelain skin and gold-spun hair.

Her downcast eyes
Not once
Meet mine,
For I am coy and cautious.
But through this pane,
By my gaze
Her Heart I’ve caught and courted.

Her mind is sound,
Her temper even,
Her wit will drive you mad,
And she is mine
Behind the glass
To forever hold and have.