Pamela

By Mark Young

Pamela, thou art beautiful;
Thy beauty compareth to Helen.
Thoust soul is pure,
Purer than virgin snow.
Thy voice is sweet,
Sweeter than honey.
Thou art a goddess.

To think of thee restoreth my soul.
To have thee--I would possess the heavens.
Yea, though I value thee more than life--
I can't speaketh to thee.

Pam, I love you.
My love is greater than words can express.
I'd do anything for you.
I will love you for ever,
Yet I can't find the guts to ask you out.

Lord give me strength!

Note: This poem is dedicated to Pamela Ikei.

Copyright 1991 Mark Young

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