how can I write when I have pain, therefore,

how can I write when I have pain, therefore,

with words I am in love, set so aright—

it’s not polite to stare they’ll say,

but lovingly will my eyes meet light
when you are my love, my honest plight—

such good chivalry comes, whisks you away;

such justice is all that is left of earthly might—

what else can one be so sent in so to fight for—