Apr 2014
I cannot help but to write
Some fickle array of words
About the loveliest of girls
That I asked to dance one night
You stay on my mind all the time
And the sight of your glowing skin
Alights this heart of mine
Since that ball where we began
Many splendid summers since
You still put life into my soul
Pure and sweet without pretense
Is this our love of limits untold
My dear, I cherish ev'ry day
Of this love we share, free of dismay
Some fickle array of words
About the loveliest of girls
That I asked to dance one night
You stay on my mind all the time
And the sight of your glowing skin
Alights this heart of mine
Since that ball where we began
Many splendid summers since
You still put life into my soul
Pure and sweet without pretense
Is this our love of limits untold
My dear, I cherish ev'ry day
Of this love we share, free of dismay
This is a poem that would fit into the fiction of the classic novel "Evelina," and being written by Lord Orville, the love interest of Evelina, the protagonist. It's a simple sonnet, and the rhymes are cheap. Whatever.
