Love's Quillion

T'would be easy to let my pen describe 
What just my eyes do wish to see. `twould fill 
These stanzas quick with pounding words to scribe
What passionate language I could my quill
  To speak. The brave deeds done, the battles won 
  Could all be told as daily news of naught.
  And e'en though I am filled with young passions
  They, though many, are the least in my heart.
My thoughts are on you for more than what my 
Body loves. Your sweet thinking is a part, 
Your understanding reason and clear eye,
Your kind friendship... and each does love impart.
  You are loved not less for your graces seen,
  But loved all the more for being my Queen.