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
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?
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