My Sweet Alianor

Farewell to thee my one and only love.

And fey to thee who took my sweet Alianor

But God works in mysterious ways for

I didst receive chastisement from above.

To get you back i’d beg on bended knee

Though I a king, and humble myself thus

And take my own so life returns to thee,

If you were here woudst laugh at all the fuss.

But pain doth ease with time and all’s not lost,

Of heartbreak, verily i’ve had my fill

But love is rare and true love rarer still

Though I still grieve my chère reine once crossed.

So I giveth thanks to God, who made her mine,

She for whom the very sun doth shine.