Thy bird of heaven’s sorrow take thy flight.
My love! O massive wings say, must it mend?
For true love’s bond a las may have loss sight.
The stars and path unchanged and never bend,
So stir me not to take thy name in greed.
O Lust! May never take my heart and time.
Though time moves true, a bosom planted seed
Holds fast. For true love’s clock is not a crime.
Nae waste no more a precious moment act,
The woo of true love’s magnet must we face.
Though yet unseen the tempt is but a fact.
Hold fast my love for it’s nothing but space,
I dote thy mind nae not thy body hue.
Though far apart our love is just and true!
Stay
If I were a ship, and you the wheel,
Would you steer me in the right direction?
Or I a newborn baby, innocent