Speed my love

Speed my love, my love, hold me to your

Breast and I will tell you of times to come

When I will not be here and you will not

Know if I am dead or alive. I journey soon

To distant lands where battles will rage in

The name of freedom, and men will die

Before their swords have left their

Scabbards.

Speed my love, my love, for only hours

Remain and I must be gone by dawn.

The spurs of brave men are heading this

Way their horses churning earth eager to

Reach the battlefield. Time is of the essence

And the hour is late, love me as though you

Have already lost me, fill your cup and in so

Doing empty mine.

Speed my love, my love, I was wild when the

Earth was still, and I am wilder still today, love

Me my love, take what you can of me while I am

Here, for I fear the omens do not bode well for

This expedition, nor does the life line on my palm

Tell of longevity so, let us rejoice in each others

Arms and let the Devil take what he may.

Speed my love, my love, I am hungry for your

Flesh, and I thirst for your lips. What are wars

For but to deal in the prospect of loss and to

Charge the heart with the black powder of

Victory and therein, like a musket ball, swell

And despatch the heart's wanting in an instant;

But that instant is not long enough for me and

I pray you'll love me again before the grey light

Of dawn pulls me away from you.

Speed my love, my love, take me to that other

Place one more time before I leave, my men

Are already in the courtyard below, let me take

Your smile into battle and let the memory of your

Glistening body spur me to victory for I can never

Have enough of your love and if I have your love,

My love, how then can I fail?

© Joseph G Dawson