I Have Yearned

I have yearned

But never earned

And upon your

Thought, comes so

Stern,

And a scarf

That you discerned,

That my mother

Gave me once.

 

How dare you,

Yet again, make

Me blush, reduce

Me to man?

Never heard, a

Single word, of

My mind disclosed

In your sweet

Burns.

 

Still, I yearn

Through these nights

Of Norse tales,

And Bragi’s lights;

Festival goes     

 on,

And beer here

Flows, but I

Do not drink,

Of that you

Know, no? No

One sees that

Charm in me

That you once

Smirked towards in

Daylight’s gleams. And

Now spent a

Night, to my

Sweet gladness,