She is my delight

 She is my delight
Each day I do not fail to think of her good looks.
O, how pitiful my portion
That I must lament this yearning
And each night brings dreams 
That will never be realized.
O, to message her now and confess
Will only bring a brutal refusal
Which at this moment I cannot bear.
I cannot understand this life
Every deep fancy has escaped me.
My lot is suffering and loneliness
For every girl, I which to labour for seven years 
Has passed me by.
it is not utterly so
But blueish eyes
And graceful face
Glorious sunshine and the queen of my soul.

K.Oni