Though You Taunt I Still Pursue

My Love,

With countenance of will and mind
I bow before you graciously
who more determined shall you find
to please your heart so thoroughly.

Should I discover you in song
the tune and lyrics must admit
that you are she that I adore
with giving eyes and thoughtful lips.

I wade into a serene lake
that looks as if an earthen sky
reflecting birds that swoop and mate
within the boundaries of my eye.

I run and bristle through the trees
in wild gardens lush and rich
my words come calling like the breeze
that search your highlands inch by inch.

If I caught you what might you do
when are words enough to say
though you taunt I still pursue
would you turn my love away?