Friday, October 14, 2011

I Seek Thee

I Seek Thee

Hath any man loved,
Yet more than I?
I wager the bet,
For to purify.

Consumed in a haze,
Of where being found.
Not left wanting light,
Buried ‘neath a mound.

Combed with a hope,
For your tenderness now.
Will it be said,
That I crave’th how.

I seek thee maiden,
Virtuous and wholly true.
For in your arms,
I shalt not be blue.