Lynn

Lynn, by T. J. Shemaly

Come, O heir of the pride in fame
upon the knee sit and let me go
Over thy Celtic looks and name
over thy ornate smile and bandeu
Come, let us whisper and tame
O lovely, O fairer than snow
And with my lips shall I reclaim
the sweetness from a glowing halo

Come, and let not my fingers hide
over the near apple-some cheeks
Give the world a grin of a pride
and let the hell cool down the heats
Then would I touch a curvy side
upon which diamonds take the seats
While the tiresome head slide
comforting to a heart that beats

And shall I make a mention here
for the lilting blue heaven by the face?
Then endless will go my words in fear
for not telling this beauty and grace
Thus I pray to the Lord for not a tear
to fall across thy roseful space
By then so my lips are to smear
the dew upon this lovely lace

Angelic, what a loss or so to be
among mortals dwelling this den
Sweet in every manner it could be
in her eyes no place, no time then
Smile O innocent and enlighten me
give the hope to the heart and its sin
Lay in my arms in a while, let me see
who then can be like, my Darling Lynn