Praise Of One For Another

Most dear and gentle lady, there is one
Who admires you with great and wondrous love
And who seeks to speak to his object of
Affection, but cannot, for words he shuns.


See his actions, he labours mightily
To serve your beauty with his noble deeds.
Let poetry be his motion and heed
His acts, better far than these words you read.


Silence is a virtue. Contemplation
And the thought that gives breath to mighty deeds
Are worth much more than spoken fealty...
So why, then, must I guide you so to him?


I do not woo thee in his name with this,
Just point thine eyes to see that you have missed.