Thy lonely love

  Morgan my fair
Why doth loneliness catch unto
Thine earthly rooted stare?
  Cannot thou from mere a glance
Paint blush on reddest roses
Grown in lovely France?
Or taketh thou the coldest hearted
Man in laze, and surely
Set his heart ablaze?
I have seen how bitter winter's blow
Been pleased to cease at sight of
Such thy charming glow
And even summer's searing heat
Been friendly 'nough to turn it's cheek
What bids thy heart to sit like stone
Morgan my fair
Why need thy love be so alone?