Thee knows thou art the one my heart adores,
And that there is not one thing I want more,
Than to sit beside thee on a grassy knoll,
And trace along the contours of thy face.
With gentle fingers lovingly I’d touch,
So I could show thee just how very much,
I love thee and appreciate thy grace.
At long last free from all majestic rule,
Away from those about us who’d betray,
A kindness soft and gentle as a dove,
We’ll find a way to share our courtly love,
Appreciate it as a polished jewel,
Perhaps my faithful champion one day.
—Michele Cameron Drew
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