litote_convoluted: art: my lady loves me
My lady loves me as best she knows how;
Her eyes turn away from mine presently,
But as I do not look she smiles, now,
Though her gaze is always elsewhere when I see.
My lady loves me as best her pride can;
She places her fingers just out of reach
Yet pulls away when I feel for her hand,
Though her fingers tempt again when mine cease.
My lady loves me as best her heart permits;
Though her sweet voice denies me to friends,
She praises me when her face to Heaven lifts,
To no mortal she speaks my name on the winds.
Someday her eyes, her hands, and lips will reveal
To mine what she has laboured to conceal.