Sonnet # 161 Poem by John A. Hancock

Would it be bold for me to say
Words of adulation pay
Thine eyes are jewels to me
With sultry lips my thoughts impede
Flowing hair wavy strands of gold
Sweet youth enchanting to behold
I yearn to whisper in passion's fire
To awake the pleasure of your desire
Oh cursed these modern times
That stays the hope of a love devine
Forgive me If I've gone on to long
For thy beauty to me is an endless song
To rhyme with words I durst not speak
Lines or musings of thee hath reap'd