ger

His eyes

Like brown lodestones

Glimmering

At me 

At my heart 

At my soul

Oh to be seen!

Such wonder. 

Oh to love truly a man

On his merits

And as himself. 

I loathe to let him leave

When I want to bask in 

His presence 

Like a salamander in the sun. 

His kindness doth

Flow ovet

His humour 

Doth enrage

The boring 

Into hysterics, 

As they will never have it

I will have it 

His tact and grace

Also. 

I loathe to leave him 

I yearn to love him 

Ger

Of the 

Winter ways.