Revisiting Old English

Oh how thine eyes twinkle
Much like a virgin’s secret
Doth mine shine as well?
I feel it must be so.
For whence I look at thee
I see love swell
Swell like the raging ocean
When Poseidon tosses his mane
Rolling o’er and o’er
Our passion much the same
Joy hath come hither
It doth promise to stay
Stay like the evergreen
With it’s feathery branches
That neither takes cold,
Nor wither