Riddled Poem by Henry Love

For yonder lady 
This Poem is penned.
Whose eyes express brightly
Gazing upon such measure 
Kept well in secrecy mind you
Twist the syllables in this rhyme.
Divinity-still a favorable token
Tho kind words remain unspoken 
Its letters, the many letters
Which rally upon a readers ear 
Does not merely comprehend that
The secret remains solely in the ink. 
The sound uttered in the reading
Although spoken falsely 
Not well kept close to heart 
The riddle remains unkept 
The truth an imaginative compensation 
Forbids the reader,  
And the poets, mind you
To cease from trying 
To rid the reader of 
The riddle in the rhyme.