My Inquiry to My Belle Isabelle December 21, 2013
A Man's Proclamation of Love to the Object of His Desire
A Man's Proclamation of Love to the Object of His Desire
I wish to know you better, my belle Isabelle,
I wish to stroll inside of your demure mind;
And I, the coquette caller, do wish you well,
In all of what derives the trait of being kind.
This is the time of love's Christmas mistletoe;
Shall you not reconsider upon making it a-go?
Trepidation makes a shy soul the most fearful,
But only our shy souls may eagerly kill our lull.
I wish to inquire about you, my fairest belle,
The sweetest lassie in the Smoky Mountains!
I wish to call upon you, my sweetest Isabelle:
Few aside yourself cascade Nature's fountains.
A Man's Inquiry to His Belle Isabelle
My belle Isabelle, I wish from you only to know,
If you feel as enamored for me as I do for you?
My ardor for your soul shall continue to grow,
And I know you doubtlessly do sense this, too.
Dear Isabelle, dare I ask, what will say of you?
What do you say about our languid, lonely lives
When one-plus-one will always add up to two?
I'm sharp-witted my belle, just like steak knives.
Never shall I allow my mind near you ever relax
Whenever you are happily within my company.
I'll kill deer for food, for my rifles are on racks:
My! Mountain life in the Spring will be for me.
Dear Isabelle, do you see the heart within me?
Do you see a man sailing in a sea of sunshine?
Do you fancy a saunter across a Springtime sea,
In the Springtime, with dogwoods as its sign?
A Man's Exaltation in Winning His Great in Life
I hear those bells a-ringing at the old country church
As the time has come to exchange our vows here today
As we solemnly declare in our lives, if one is in a lurch,
Our trials and tribulations shall never be us kept at bay.
My belle Isabelle, my inquiries of you are completed.
As of the moment I laid my greens upon your blue eyes,
I knew then that I seen the fairest lady ever greeted.
Let the tie which binds grow old even at our demise.
The valley and the mountains are so perfect this day --
A day when the sun shines upon my cabin in the cove
As I see my beloved Smoky Mountain high in the gray
While I hold your hands, my belle, riding to our abode.
I wish to stroll inside of your demure mind;
And I, the coquette caller, do wish you well,
In all of what derives the trait of being kind.
This is the time of love's Christmas mistletoe;
Shall you not reconsider upon making it a-go?
Trepidation makes a shy soul the most fearful,
But only our shy souls may eagerly kill our lull.
I wish to inquire about you, my fairest belle,
The sweetest lassie in the Smoky Mountains!
I wish to call upon you, my sweetest Isabelle:
Few aside yourself cascade Nature's fountains.
A Man's Inquiry to His Belle Isabelle
My belle Isabelle, I wish from you only to know,
If you feel as enamored for me as I do for you?
My ardor for your soul shall continue to grow,
And I know you doubtlessly do sense this, too.
Dear Isabelle, dare I ask, what will say of you?
What do you say about our languid, lonely lives
When one-plus-one will always add up to two?
I'm sharp-witted my belle, just like steak knives.
Never shall I allow my mind near you ever relax
Whenever you are happily within my company.
I'll kill deer for food, for my rifles are on racks:
My! Mountain life in the Spring will be for me.
Dear Isabelle, do you see the heart within me?
Do you see a man sailing in a sea of sunshine?
Do you fancy a saunter across a Springtime sea,
In the Springtime, with dogwoods as its sign?
A Man's Exaltation in Winning His Great in Life
I hear those bells a-ringing at the old country church
As the time has come to exchange our vows here today
As we solemnly declare in our lives, if one is in a lurch,
Our trials and tribulations shall never be us kept at bay.
My belle Isabelle, my inquiries of you are completed.
As of the moment I laid my greens upon your blue eyes,
I knew then that I seen the fairest lady ever greeted.
Let the tie which binds grow old even at our demise.
The valley and the mountains are so perfect this day --
A day when the sun shines upon my cabin in the cove
As I see my beloved Smoky Mountain high in the gray
While I hold your hands, my belle, riding to our abode.
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