LONGING FOR ISABELLA

Chestnut hair with auburn curl
How would Louis L'Amour
Get him next to that girl?
Dainty white lace over the lower half
Of Helen's features
Quick to smile, easy to laugh
Darling, dominant, divine
Oh, Isabella! that you were his.

Watching the Bard, acting the same
His heart in your hands
As she holds your frame
From Heaven to hell his emotions go
As you gaze upon
The fair Claudio.
His fingers long to touch
His eyes back too much.

But what they do not see

Is you next to him.