“Petals of youth”©

Canst thine eyes naught glimmer and

twinkle, beckoning like new fallen snow,

doth thou naught bubble like mead, warm

and friendly, I’ve seen thee… I know,

thine hand ever kind and holpen, and I’ll

be holding thee tight, young maiden faire,

for thou art a thing of beauty known…

with mind and heart with gouden hair,

mine hand hath held near many a hand

and to blush the young cheeks do turn,

to bandy about the affairs of the heart

but in morning pass to women nocturne,

the difference of girls, to talk and be loud

as can be, pick me a flower they say,

thou knowest eyes of a woman speak their

choice, the chance for men often pray.