Monday, February 26, 2007

Period Poem "French Lai" from 14 Century

Longing

My eyes he doth meet
From across the street
I stare.

His smile tis so sweet
His voice what a treat
So fair.

My cheeks feel the heat
I shyly retreat
But where?

I have not a prayer
None know my despair
But me.

He walks with an air
The world is his lair
All see.

I know such despair
For love I can’t bear
He’d flee.

Our love cannot be
There can be no we
I sigh.

Though he has the key
To what he can’t see
I cry.

And I’ll pay the fee
For I’ll set him free
Goodbye.

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