A Damsel's Heart

Ah, Joan, my dearest Joan, how fair you are

With your cornflower eyes and rose bud lips,

Your golden wheat hair veiled in posies and lace.

The blue velvet brings out the color of your eyes

and the pink, healthy glow to your rounded cheeks.

I want to embrace your slim frame in my strong arms

And kiss your dainty lips until you feel dizzy and faint.

Ah, Joan, my dearest Joan, how beautiful you are

With your slender neck gracefully holding your head high.

Your legs elegantly dancing an Almain, hand in hand with me

Come sit with me out under the moon, as lovers do,

on a curved bench made for two, surrounded by glorious roses.

Allow me to steal your kisses, as I make my sweet promises.

I will give you my soul for a moment, the moment of heaven

And sweat release only virginal you can extend to adoring me

For you are the altar at which I lay down and worship

Your feet, I would kiss until my last breath

Ah, Joan, my dearest, fairest Joan,

Would you not consider my pure love?

I would do anything for you.