To Gwyn, From Lance
To my Gwyn, my Lady, my only Love,
My angel from the blue sky above,
How sad your words, how large the hope!
My darling, for me, it is as hard to cope,
With the distance, the silence we must keep,
The nights I can't have you, I must weep.
The nagging and pulling at my heart,
The wishing we need not be apart,
Makes my days long and nights longer,
And my Dear, my soul can not be stronger!
That thought you have of Heaven above,
Is sadly nothing, compared to my Love.
I am honorable, as faithful and true,
As that first day I spent with you.
Walking around the gardens and trees,
Seeing you never really at ease,
Yet loving you so much, all the more,
So much I can never shut that door.
My life now is nothing without you, Love.
You are all I am able to think of.
And all night long I toss and turn;
Oh how my own soul does yearn!
You are the only one I wish to touch,
How is it that I can Love you so much?
I know what it is, the silver string,
From my heart to yours, does cling,
Making it impossible without you,
No matter what I say, or what I do.
Please, my Love, take that chance,
Come be with me. Forever, Lance.