fey to thee who took my sweet Alianor
God works in mysterious ways for
didst receive chastisement from above.
get you back i’d beg on bended knee
I a king, and humble myself thus
take my own so life returns to thee,
you were here woudst laugh at all the fuss.
pain doth ease with time and all’s not lost,
heartbreak, verily i’ve had my fill
love is rare and true love rarer still
I still grieve my chère reine once crossed.
I giveth thanks to God, who made her mine,
for whom the very sun doth shine.