When Chanc'd I To See Thee

Oh, thine own beauty,
      Dost thou not know.
Tender thine eyes,
      I love them so.

Thy lips curv'd a'smile
      My soul doth affect.
Thy laughter sublime
      My soul doth collect.

Yet more thy beauty
      Found in thy soul!
Thy thoughts surround me,
      Mine heart be made full.

When chanc'd I to see thee,
      Though my soul didst weep,
'Twas the passion within thee
      That kept me from sleep.

Still canst I hear it,
      Thy spirit so bright.
Few others believe it,
      Hast thou bound it so tight?

For timid the girl,
      I saw oft that week,
Worried was she,
      Her passion to keep.

Let loose thy passion!
      That this world might know
That beauty within
      The soul I love so.
                                - end -

        - March 2, 2006