Sonnet # 3 Poem by John A. Hancock

Sweet lovely little Heather
Thou art to me like a lullaby
For each night I have to think of thee
Before I close my eyes to sleep at night
My dreams are fill'd with thoughts of you
Though I hardly know thee at all
For thy beauty is ever lasting
Like a priceless portrait upon the wall
Your mystic eyes are a joy to see
Thy smile is a gift to me each day
Oh how my heart beats faster still
When I gaze upon thee across the way
Sweet lovely little Heather, how you fill
My mind with words of love to say