Ye Olde Poem Poem by Dennis Field

But I do but know,
for its I who that loves you so,
for me to tell would cast a spell,
for those that listen so,
for now to say it is that way,
for me to know,
and dare not say,
for me to tell,
and look away,
would have to be another day,
for is it so,
that on that day,
I would turn to stone,
and feel no pain,
but as a man,
I am not that way,
it would hurt as they say,
for now I say that,
as plan as I can,
for to love you so,
is my dream come true.