As a prelude to my lay;
I do not know you well,
but what I know enchants me,
like a song sung far away.
I cannot hear the words,
but what they say Hangs softly far across.
I see you furtively yet ive seldom seen you at all,
And wish I knew your
thoughts and shared your cries.
This love brings me sweet pain,
but I want more,
Driven by a dream I can't control.
The wind does not blow,
always where the ship decide to go,
And to my my lord i pray
the breeze me mine to stay.
how dare i change the wind,
whence i fear a storm ahead.
My efforts might be futile but yet i will try to change its way.
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