As beauty speaks in thine ears,
As twinkle in thine eye.
If not, could he be so dear,
As to send his love
As I send him mine.
Thou if correspondence reveals, prevails
And recoils into dim light,
I’ll strain to shine tens times harder,
To sustain that spark of light.
If hint nor gleam glows,
I’ll slick on a glove and try my magic pull.
Though as I reach into thine hat,
And I feel a tug, if not the paw of a bunny though of a hand as firm
As mine, I’ll shine my smile so wide
That hopefully he’ll recognize and shine back onto mine.
Two hath corresponded.