My Yasimine Poem by bagenda remmy

YASIMINE WAS A FINE-SHINING LASS;
THAT LADS WERE MESMERISED ON SHE IN MASS.

WITH HER GLITERING SKIN SMOOTH LIKE BLUEBAND,
MINE EYES FEASTED UPON HER AS THE HUSBAND.

SURELY, YASIMINE AS A FINE-MANNERED LASS,
KEENLY I CAPPED HER HEART LIKE A GLASS
FOR TO NOT TOO HURT MINE HEART
SINCE THEY'RE ENTWINED.

ON OUR BLITHE ROAD TO PARADISE;
FATE DISRUPTED AND THUS DETACHED US,
FOR TO FOLLOW HER DEMISED ANCESTORS.

THUS FOR THIS AM FORLORN.
THAT ON MY MEMORY TABLEAUS LINGER OF
MY YASIMINE.