Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Jail-house Love.

Jail-house Love.


My love is drawn in,
to own a love of her.
Though she be yet a lassie,
I fear my heart be hers.
I wonder where she goes,
and all the boys she knows.
Could she know my coveting,
where I do love thee true ?
I watch the places,
her feet tread, and glow.
I marvel at her sparkling eyes,
to see them smile once more.
Her hands so soft and gentle,
guard a touch of grace.
I wonder will my lassie,
come and hold and kiss my face.....




Poem adapted from an old Scottish song.