In response to thine attentions, Ser Gwaine
Sweet Gwaine -
I shalt not come to thee until my Lord sayeth, "Yea"
and touch mine brow, and with blessings sayeth, "Impart."
I shalt not further ponder bliss not meant to know
nor tear and offer secretly merest portion of mine heart.
I shalt not crouch concealed behind thine oaken door
to bestow in favour on thy lips the promise of mine touch.
Nor shalt I indulge in whispers where any ear couldst hear.
I shalt dull mine eyes, so none perceive thy bright reflection much.
Yet when mine Lord permits, and answers fervent prayer,
I swear to thee, I shalt find thee, and hasten to thy side.
Wearing His bright blessing that all may know tis true
I shalt come to thee most freely, and with thee in love abide.
- Muse