An Acrostic
Stamped and sent to the one I love\
These words seen and approved by the One above\
Only to her do I write these lines\
Pretty eyes, hers alone, my thought refines\
Read and read again by night and day\
Echoes of a smile upon her lips do play\
And love-thoughts in her mind and hers alone\
Doubt not my letters would not cause the Lord to groan\
In love so pure yet painful do I write\
Naught else but that which is right\
Gentle others, who are not my beloved\
Have no hope of knowing how she is loved\
Eternally and ardently, and my bones\
Recall echoes of my soul, those most pure tones\
May these jaunty lines reach her eyes alone\
Although no disrespect to anyone else be shown\
I pray that the stirrings of my heart-\
Love- is reserved for my beloved, set apart