Not an original GBD post, this one - more of a re-post really. In fact, this anonymous early Middle English love-poem pre-dates the internet by quite some way. However, it never ceases to make me smile, despite being sappy to the point of sickliness. Incidentally, replacing "Alysoun" with another girl's name is an easy win for a quick and enigmatic love poem! Enjoy. Bytuene Mersh ant Aueril, When spray biginneth to springe, The lutel foul hath hire wyl On hyre lud to synge. Ich libbe in loue-longinge For semlokest of alle thynge; He may me blisse bringe; Icham in hire baundoun. An hendy hap Ichabbe yhent; Ichot from heuene it is me sent; From alle wymmen mi loue is lent Ant lyht on Alysoun. On heu hire her is fayr ynoh, Hire browe broune, hire eghe blake; With lossum chere he on me loh, With middel smal ant wel ymake. Bote he me wolle to hire take Forte buen hire owen make, Longe to to lyuen Ichulle forsake, Ant feye fallen adoun. A
Scribblings and jotterings unfit for public consumption, but mechanically recovered just in case.