The wonder captured in your eyes,
Like young girls given posies fair;
You cannot hide or chance disguise
Your loving heart, of love so rare.
A smile that wins beguiles my heart,
That spray of freckles ‘cross your nose,
Your shapely mouth — O’ where to start —
Those honeyed lips (I should suppose).
Your outward beauty, perfect be,
Though beauty in one’s eye behold,
Yet were I blind? Means naught to me,
For hearts will seek and not be told.
A vision splendid can deceive
Those only seeing to believe.