A Knight One Night Upon His Lady Came
Upon Her Lying, Tearful In Her Bed,
Morose That Some Beloved Without A Name
Instead Of Love A Millstone Left Instead.

To Wipe Away The Tears Her Lover Bred
The Knight Extended Forth His Loving Hand
A Healing Milestone In His Words She Read
Which Knight Himself Wrote From Another Land.
-Å—i Love You, Knight; You Proffer No Demand
And I Am Safe Though We Have Never Met;
Yet I Am Here And There You Far Off Stand.
Through Words And Verse We Cannot Closer Get.
A Renaissance Directs My Happy Life Anew
My Tears No More, My Love, My Knight, With You.-
Amoratus Del Cielo