For Thine.
Dearest, my Knight,
lovelorn and ageing thy Lady\'s heart
in dire isolation awaits the one
who holds it in thrall.
Undeclared, pledge of thy
care remains stonily silent in coldness
of granite which surrounds me
each tiresome morn.
Send thou by return a message
explaining thine irksome lateness
or swooning I mayest regret
thy part in facing delay.
Write thee a notion of love forthwith.
Keep not I prithee
more heartache at bay else
all my past favours wilt wither
and die so do thou make thee
a ready reply.
Signed with mine own
cold weeping of loneliness
and writ for thine eyes only.