WOO HER TO ME

Woo her to me 

For all but mine is she. 

Cool, calm; my morn a tea

Is thee; blinking gold a queen. 

All rich a word I pay a fee 

To hold her hand; the majesty.

Blink your eye; behold the glee 

That moist my soil; grow green a tree 

Your thunderous words of the grave a key 

Sound but to me a gentle friend of plea. 

Take my home; a cage you wish never flee 

As you roam and roam: produce me more honey.