Reveal thyself, thou damsal of romance
Thine pulchitrude doth fuel my vassal's quest
Why doth thee hide, from prick of Eros' lance?
Whilst play, Apollo's lute at his behest,
From forth thy lips, thee touch with welkin charms
But in the night, alone in slumber sleep
Doth not thee yearn, the touch of lover's arms
In warm embrace whilst in thy chamber keep?
What pain hast pierced the veil of thy desire?
Caused thee to hide, within stone castle's wall?
Thee speak of love, all court doth feel thy fire,
But thee deny, love's touch when it doth call,
Thy welkin charms, are song without love's dance,
Reveal thyself, thou damsal of romance.
[This message has been edited by Tim (edited 07-11-99).]