My Wild Yorkshire Lass... Poem by David Hinsley

Many a year ago I met a wild Yorkshire Lass, her hairy so red,
spirit so feisty, and laugh that sang a lilt of joy

She was bold as brass, funny and coy, her name was that of
heaven, I should have made her mine, but she slipped away

Now as the years have past I often have wondered, would she
have taken my hand, went into matrimony with I back then

I could have made her very happy, but alas my work with the crown took me away, she would not be of state with that, so sad

My heart has been burdened with loss just thinking of her, the life
we could have had, the family I so dearly wanted, all for not now

As I grow old my mind doth fade, I still can see her face, and the
glowing smile it held, now it is just a memory, soon to be lost in time

So I end this piece wonder what my have been, it is not right to dwell on what was, I long to know if she was the one for me, and what it was I did let go.