MY LOVE
HOW DELICIOUS IS WINNING
OF A KISS AT LOVE'S BEGINNING,
WHEN TWO MUTUAL HEARTS ARE SIGHING
FOR THE KNOT THERE'S NO UNTYING!
YET REMEMBER, MIDST OUR WOOING,
LOVE HAS BLISS, BUT LOVE HAS RUING;
OTHER SMILES MAY MAKE YOU FICKLE,
TEARS FOR OTHER CHARMS MAY TRICKLE
LOVE HE COMES AND LOVE HE TARRIES,
JUST AS FATE OR FANCY CARRIES;
LONGEST STAYS, WHEN SOREST CHIDDEN;
LAUGHS AND FLIES, WHEN PRESSED AND BIDDEN.
BIND THE SEA TO SLUMBER STILLY,
THEN BIND IT'S ODOUR TO THE LILY,
BIND THE ASPEN NE'ER TO QUIVER,
THEN BIND LOVE TO LAST FOREVER.
LOVE'S A FIRE THAT NEEDS RENEWAL
OF FRESH BEAUTY FOR IT'S FUEL:
LOVE'S WING MOULTS WHEN CAGED & CAPTURED,
ONLY FREE, HE SOARS ENRAPTURED.
CAN YOU KEEP THE BEE FROM RANGING
OR THE RINGDOVE'S NECK FROM CHANGING?
NO! NOR FETTER'D LOVE FROM DYING
IN THE KNOT THERE'S NO UNTYING.

YOUR LANCEALOT
CHRISTOPHER