My Truly Loved

Wait for my, My truly loved,
And with her kiss shall I be moved
To speak of broken heart so pure
And us ‘tis mine, it’s mine she tore.
Yet still shall I, I to speak,
Of how she tore, and at the peak,
She ‘bandoned hate, and kissed my cheek.
Of how we were, I shall concur
Of how she loved, ‘tis but a blur.
But,
Without a care, I loved my fair,
To love, to love without despair,
To love my fair, I did, I dared,
So I loved my fair, until
My hair did in their task fulfill
Their despair to me.

So I spoke of my fair,
And wait for my fair,
And I love, everyday I dare.

- February 8, 2006