Come, O heir of the pride in fame <br />upon the knee sit and let me go <br />Over thy Celtic looks and name <br />over thy ornate smile and bandeu <br />Come, let us whisper and tame <br />O lovely, O fairer than snow <br />And with my lips shall I reclaim <br />the sweetness from a glowing halo <br /> <br />Come, and let not my fingers hide <br />over the near apple-some cheeks <br />Give the world a grin of a pride <br />and let the hell cool down the heats <br />Then would I touch a curvy side <br />upon which diamonds take the seats <br />While the tiresome head slide <br />comforting to a heart that beats <br /> <br />And shall I make a mention here <br />for the lilting blue heaven by the face? <br />Then endless will go my words in fear <br />for not telling this beauty and grace <br />Thus I pray to the Lord for not a tear <br />to fall across thy roseful space <br />By then so my lips are to smear <br />the dew upon this lovely lace <br /> <br />Angelic, what a loss or so to be <br />among mortals dwelling this den <br />Sweet in every manner it could be <br />in her eyes no place, no time then <br />Smile O innocent and enlighten me <br />give the hope to the heart and its sin <br />Lay in my arms in a while, let me see <br />who then can be like, my Darling Lynn<br /><br />Taher Shemaly<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lynn/
