Riddled

For yonder lady
This Poem is penned.
Whose eyes express brightly
Gazing upon such measure
Kept well in secrecy mind you
Twist the syllables in this rhyme.
Divinity-still a favorable token
Tho kind words remain unspoken
Its letters, the many letters
Which rally upon a readers ear
Does not merely comprehend that
The secret remains solely in the ink.
The sound uttered in the reading
Although spoken falsely
Not well kept close to heart
The riddle remains unkept
The truth an imaginative compensation
Forbids the reader,
And the poets, mind you
To cease from trying
To rid the reader of
The riddle in the rhyme.