How Ever Will Thee Know? Sonnet

How ever will thee know, precious and meek,

That each letter I wish to come with haste,

Then I shiver with untouched blushing cheek,

The crinoline forever to my waist,

My tight corset laced closely to my bod,

Thy eyes have never seen what’s underneath,

When thee could better wed a handsome sod,

Thee chose my gift to arrive with a leaf,

Oh how I wish for thee to come for tea

Trying to ignore the grotesque blunder,

That two maidens will and never should be,

Making my heart roar like mighty thunder,

But there will be a day when we just laugh,

As I feel thy hand rubbing up my calf?