Invited.
If thou be the spear that pierces my soul
never will thrust seem so sweet.
The softest of places thou couldst control
if thou engage me and never retreat.
Open the floodgate of my waiting heart,
then bolts to thy force will yield.
Need oileth means therefore naught bars
thine attention to couplings complete.
Enter thy sword in this scabbard of mine
for avid desire longeth for thee.
Abide in mine chamber to serve invited
access to no other lady than me.
Step nobly my lord into virginal sheets
as fervent ardour bedecks my bed.
This un-robed lady mindeth to please
so by morrow we mightest feel wed.