Desire

Balancing on a cobbled walk I go,

Eager to reach thine loving gaze so sweet.

As my eyes travel upward from below,

my heart doth journey high a thousand feet.

Beating harsh like an ocean at high tide,

My insides swirl with anticipation.

Only my trusted lute I doth confide

About my ceaseless infatuation.

But I fear my endeavors are wasted,

A beauty as thee deserves naught myself:

A humble bard whom hardship has tasted,

Traveling only with stories to sell.

O, how I wish by thine side I could be,

My heart remains locked and thou hast the key.