Annabeth

By Tanisha Sanvi

Oh, shouldst I behold into thy eyes?

Or shouldst I kisseth thy tender lips?

Thy beauty

Shall beest mine own death

 Mine own dear Annabeth

Ladybird

The way thee shineth

Und’r the moonlight

‘t blinds me 

Those gents way thee spineth  

At which hour we danceth

Oh, ‘t kills me

Dearest Annabeth 

We shall beest each oth’rs 

Till our deaths

I shall loveth thee 

Coequal in mine own grave 

Annabeth mine own dearest

Those gents way thee smileth 

Oh lief, I cannot coequal pray pardon me 

The way the holdeth my hand

At which hour we art at the beach

With sand

Beneath our feet 

Thy lips art liketh feath’r

Thy eyes art liketh the ocean 

Thee quite quaint creature

Mine own lief lover

Mine own dear Annabeth

By Tanisha Sanvi