Heart Of The Matter
BRAVEHEART - FIVE
My Dearest Braveheart,
I write thee with much sorrow in my heart,
For as I scribe such longings, my love,
Great clouds of sadness descend upon thy maidens' soul,
Dost thou still think of me, my deep distant Knight?
Dost thou long for thy fair maiden, as she doth long for thee?
The night is cold, my dearest Braveheart,
Winters song is one of harshness,
Thy golden fields but a sombre testament of thy desire,
Thy fields; barren now … my Love,
They await thy victorious return,
And shall rejoice in thy presence!
I seek only warmth from thy tender thoughts,
My brave Knight,
News hath come,
That ye seek shelter in deep forests,
And damp, dark caverns,
I fear so for thee, my Love ….
I pray for my silken ribbons,
And thou shall'st bring me my ribbons, my Lord!
I remain in thy bedchamber,
My deep distant Knight,
Yet I fear,
I wither so,
In thy silence.
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BRAVEHEART - FIVE
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