Poem to Shy Lover

A Poem To My Shy LoverThan of my sweet Love’s gentle gaze,Could my own eyes behold a fairer sightas she doth waken to my touch with languid smile;Her longing limbs reach out from moonlit hazeand through the shrouded secrecy of night.What thinkest thee, that scarlet-ornamented lips are still,And worries hide their tempest there behind thy furrowed brow?Dwell not upon some long-past right or wrong,