I Want Her Love Poem

If I were her lover,I'd wade through the cloverOver the fields beforeThe gate that leads to her door;Over the meadows,To wait, 'mid the shadows,The shadows that circle her door,For the heart of my heart and more.And there in the cloverClose by her,Over and overI'd sigh her:"Your eyes are as brownAs the Night's, looking downOn waters that sleepWith the moon in their deep" . . .If I were her lover