HoW MaY I EaRn Thy LoVE

HoW MaY I EaRn Thy LoVE, mY JoY, mY SwEEt?
I LivE BuT FoR ThY SmaLLesT FLeeTinG sMiLe

My HoNouRs ALL I pLacE BeNeaTh ThY FeeT,
AnD tReMbLe At mY DaRing ALL ThE wHiLe

ThY SiLkeN TReSSes, AyE, ThY HoNeY’D LocKs
FLow sMooTheR oN ThAn RiveRs To ThE SeA

ThE YeaRninG oF mY HeaRt mY ThiNkinG MoCkS
ThaT I MiGhT DaRe BeLieVe ThAt ThoU’ld ChooSe mE

I LoSe mYseLf WithiN ThY SkY-wiDe EyeS
CaLm aS A BReezE oR sToRmY aS A GaLE

WhEnEveR ThoU ARt WitH mE mY HeaRt FLieS
WiNginG iTs wAy o’eR FoUnTaiN, HiLL, AnD DaLe

AnD Tho I uNdeRstAnD Thy ThiNkinG NoT
THou LoV’sT mE Too, AnD ThuS mY WoRth iS BRouGhT

(AniTa KeNdaLL)

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