The Miller's Daughter

“The Miller’s Daughter”
I talk to you as much as can,
But maybe not for reasons that you’d understand.
You’re the most beautiful girl in the world,
Your skin as white and smooth as alabaster pearl.
Your mind is vast and your heart is pure,
You’ve way more to your name than just looks, I am sure.
Your wit is poignant, and you’ve a sharp tongue,
Somehow, arguing with you is fun.
I’m falling for you, but you can never know,
More likely than not, this pain will only grow.
And since I cannot tell you, I’m mired in defeat,
And as I sit here, writing this, I find I’ll never sleep.