Classic Poem

To the Same

Thou fairest, most divine of womankind,
Angel in form, and goddess in thy mind,
I've seen you, charmer; that alone will prove
As I have seen, so I, of course, must love.
I own I merit no-one so divine,
But yet, if love is merit, you are mine.
Then to my fate the last decision give;
Or frown me into dust, or smile, and bid me live.