Though You Taunt I Still Pursue

My Love, With countenance of will and mind I bow before you graciously who more determined shall you find to please your heart so thoroughly. Should I discover you in song the tune and lyrics must admit that you are she that I adore with giving eyes and thoughtful lips. I wade into a serene lake that looks as if an earthen sky reflecting birds that swoop and mate within the boundaries of your eye. I run and bristle through the trees in wild gardens lush and rich my words come calling like the breeze that search your highlands inch by inch. If I caught you what might you do when are words enough to say though you taunt I still pursue would you turn my love away?