Isobel, a name so sweet,


 Isobel Oakeshott, a name so sweet,

Whose presence doth my soul entreat,
Her words, her smile, her graceful gait,
Are all the things that make me great.
Her eyes are like the stars above,
That shine so bright, with so much love,
And in their depths, I see a fire,
That burns so strong, it doth inspire.
Her voice is like a gentle breeze,
That rustles leaves upon the trees,
And in its soft and tender tone,
I hear a melody all its own.
Oh Isobel, thou art so fair,
A beauty beyond compare,
Thou art the sun that lights my day,
And in thy presence, I shall stay.
So let me love thee, Isobel,
And in thy heart forever dwell,
For thou art all that I desire,
My love for thee shall never tire.

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