When I doth lay mine eyes upon your face,
My heart stammers, scrambles for a beat.
I long to feel the warmth of your embrace
And must resist the urges of this heat.
Rosalind, thy name it does inspire,
These words on trees and sighs beneath the sun,
You are the only love I doth require,
From tree to tree, from page to page I run.
I cannot spare a moment but to think,
About thou supple form and gracious smile,
Thoughts torment me, send me to the brink,
I wish to have you, hold you for a while.
- If I can't have you I will moon and wane,
Since I have seen you I am not the same.
YOU ARE READING
As You Like It poems
PoetryI am performing the Shakespeare play 'As You Like It'. In this play Orlando writes many (bad) poems which he hangs on trees. We thought it would be fun to give the audience some of these poems so I have been hard at work setting pen to paper.
