Oh sweet countenance inside of my head
You are so tangible so near to me
But in action and speech I’m not well-read

Can thee not hear thy desires and thy pleas

Thy mind runs wild with elaborated phrase
But thy mouth spills convoluted babble
What must I converse to attain your praise
Must I profess thy love to savage rabble

I know not what to say or how to act
For in my mind appears a flash of thee
And thus unravels thy mind, loss of thy tact
Thy eyes turn bizarre and thy heart thumps free
Fruitful soul I shall keep true thoughts intact
So one day thee can hear my heartfelt plea