Sonnet 1: Ah, Who Is This I See Before My Eyes - Poem by David Wood
Ah, who is this I see before my eyes
Such a delicate flower I behold
Listen, she fills my heart with such sweet sighs
With her sweet love I could gladly grow old.
But what do I see, she is with another
Who holds the key to her heart’s desire
How to win her heart I must discover
Because my heart now burns with such fire.
How can I win the heart of this sweet girl?
To win her heart and make her mine alone
And separate her from her love’s dull churl;
Until I win her love my heart will groan.
Will she be the one that I will marry?
And to the church I will one day carry.
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