Classic Poem

Mary Ann Abbot
Ive a secret or two
But love dare not blab it
To any but you.

Its a secret as simple
As secrets all are
In Mary Anns dimples
& beautifull hair.

Dark curls of her youth
& love light o' her eye
In that beautifull truth
Why is Mary so shy.

Nature ripened those charms love
Pride never made vain
Why not come to my arms love
& kiss me again.

Lay bare those twin roses
That hide in thy hair
Thy eyes light discloses
The sweetness hid there.

For thy dark curls lye on them
Like night in the air
Like a nightmare upon them
As nothing were there.

Come my sweet Mary Ann
Let me kiss & adore thee
There's none in this world
That was ever before thee.