cloakofshadow:

Lovesong

For your sake, love, I would devise
Blithe madrigals, sweet lullabies
And give your glories good replies–
But too much music hurts your head,
So better hum my notes instead.

For your sake, love, I would enfold
My needle deep in cloth of gold
And stitch you patterns curved and bold–
But too much color pains your sight,
So better sew a robe less bright.

For your sake, love, I would dispel
These things the world has not done well
And give you moments free of hell–
But too much comfort makes you wild,
So better keep my suasions mild.​ ​

Your pardon love, when you should learn,
I slip away, my soul to burn
In song and scarlet, then return–
For too much silence hurts my voice,
Forgive me lov​e, who was no​ choice.