Love Letter
By Morgan LeFay
My love, my breath to whom I owe my heartI send to you with saddened queries madeAnd hardened soul stuck fast with Cupid's dartOh Keenest Hart, I beg your love not fadeFrom days of lonely death you teased my mindFrom nights slept sad and drear you breath of loveCrept deep inside my frightened heart of HindSet free this maddened soul of holy doveWould you now leave my maiden's hopeful pleasTo whither in this prison made by handsAnd send my spirrit farther than the seasWould you then wed me by love's sacred bandsSend news to me, my heart, of joyess wordThat your sweet voice be last I ever heardany suggestions please Written August 2nd, 2001 © on Aug 02 2001 07:02 AM PST 0 • 8
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"My love, my breath to whom I owe my heartI send to you with saddened queries madeAnd hardened soul stuck fast with Cupid's dartOh Keenest Hart, I beg your love not fadeFrom days of lonely death you teased my mindFrom nights slept sad and drear you breath of loveCrept deep inside my frightened heart of HindSet free this maddened soul of holy doveWould you now leave my maiden's hopeful pleasTo whither in this prison made by handsAnd send my spirrit farther than the seasWould you then wed me by love's sacred bandsSend news to me, my heart, of joyess wordThat your sweet voice be last I ever heardany suggestions please..."