milady, i beseech thee to rest now
as your body is in need of respite
although angels to thy beauty bow
such sweet sleep would surely further thy light
what could your knight give to bring aid to thee?
what castles must fall, which dragon be slain?
the journey would be a pittance to me
if after you might have peacefully lain
i throw gold at the stars for fate to claim
i do good in hope good is done to you
(that my kindness should inspire the same;
a chain of affection trails to ma loutre)
in the end i give but all of my love
i pray youll have better things soon enough