Across time, Distant sea
Held her heart, Secretly
His name, blush ‘pon fair skin
She would tell her love, yet where to begin?
Others had tried their wiles
Used and beguiled
She finally had the opportunity
She was fearful her love would flee
He then did something she did not expect
He told his love, she happily did accept.
by Violet Yates, written in the style of William Blake. ❤