Lovey holily

Round and round you moved
Snaking and snailing about
You did
By the time home was yonder
Mine tranquility
In thy presence
Was lost

Whence
Must me lift mine graceful eyes
When thee mine gainly purpose
Do strangle and mine tomorrow break
With unwanton abandon
All for the eyes of you
To cast thy grace upon mine
Ugly presence afore

Dear me
Thy art mine homely maid need
To behold with boldness untold
To assuage thy calmly lonely lovey melancholy
To soothe thee
The immaculate articulate dovey
Queen of the windy mountained kingdom

Thy presence in absence
Inspires mine
Verses to mine tumbling nerves quiet
And hush for thee art merrily verily
In thy homely holily

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