Knight long Dream
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| Sweet Princess, Time moves so slowly, till next we meet; that I do so dote on thee. How this monster I despise, as it keeps me from thee that; no strength, or wit, ne priking steed, will bring me closer my Love. Though could I do fair melly to marre the beast, that it exists no mo. I would dut find, or would I not? For I could not hold thee, gazing longingly into thine eyes, so lufsum; waxing in thy Lovie, and relishing thy lingering cosse under thy spell. How time befriends me when we are together. Even as it slips trippingly away, I still am with you; feeling we are together: One in heart. One of mind Both in soul. So fair Maiden I hold my tongue, Rescinding my wish. For while I despise the worme, time, which I spend with thee is so sweet; that in forsaking it would be in limbo lost. |
Glossary Cosse - kiss |