The Poetic Revolution Memorial Weekend

Forsooth I am stuck, thy beauty has me spellbound, I sit to pen you a love note, so sweet and fine, One that grabs your attention, brings you my way. Would that I became the Bard, create a note of love, Express my feelings for you my maiden so fair, Captured am I in your spell, no escape imminent. Might I gain your affections so pure, my angel, To gain your confidence my greatest goal, Your love I do seek to attain, guide my pen Cupid. Sweet verses I shall write for your pleasure, A smile I hope to bring to your face this day, A start to many pleasant moments we shall share. Pontiak