12.3.09
Alas, my lord, how much I rue
The time I lost in my youth
How often I wished
To have Diane as my only love
But I feared that such a goddess
Would not deign to stoop so low
To take notice of one, who
When denied her love
Had no pleasure, joy, or happiness
Until the day she granted him leave
To obey her commands
Once more a prince (oh my only princess)
My faith has no need of a fortress
A deep moat or fortified tower
For you are my lady, queen & mistress
For whom my love will be eternal
written, GeminiSide
