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Jane, oh Jane it pains me to see
Of the pale love that he doth give to thee.
His love as the serpent who stalks in the grass.
His deception can fool you my love, through me it cannot pass.

Dear Jane, he cannot appreciate your weary eyes.
Nor can he see behind the sapphire that is so wise.
My darling Jane, the gem is impaired.
He speaks with a forked tongue, you hath a beauty so rare.

My sweet Jane, such roses I see in your cheeks.
Yet he looks with such arrogance, deceives when he speaks.
As to paint those roses there with his hand.
He claims they grew there, lovely Jane, he does not understand.

Beautiful Jane, your hair waves with the ocean‘s hands.
Your locks mimic the golden sun above, he sees only sand.
My darling, I spy a world in his grain of sand.
You hath no simplicity, but he does not understand.

Fair maiden thy smile hath more strength than thy voice‘s sweet melody.
In thy smile I vision heavens mighty glow, in his evil I see thy enemy.
My love, you are blind to see this knave’s shallowness of sight.
For he sees shallows as depths, water as a mirror, he bends from false height.

His is the cosmic fool, and he doth fool you with his revelry.
He wishes to fall into the water and hold his own face, just as he seeks to fool you with his devilry.

I think of thee on every Eve, of every dawn.
And although it may seem vainglory to strive as the wind cuts the air, it is with god speed I race to warn.

For thy love is blind, and drawn in to temptation by his stories.
His love is but a mask, painted to mimic thy perfect face of love and glory.
I fear for thy heart’s innocence, I care not for his; carved from granite.
And my sweet Jane I love thee, with the letters from every love song, how I long to have sang it.

(with references to greek mythology of Narcissus – the man who fell in love with his reflection and tried to grab it out of the water but fell into the water and drowned in the depths… also references to the story of Adam and Eve)
ahh, sorry forgot to mention this was a little challenge i created for myself. i usually write in modern language and in wondered if i could write like they used to write. && if you cant appreciate that part of poetry then you dont understand much at all.

Its excellent! i like it, i love your use of old language it makes me think of William Blake who is one of my favourites, thanks for posting it.