Blame Only Yearning (27236)

Birds chatter love songs in their tree
Peace, my love, I weary of the fight
So it was stated by Mara's decree
Struggle we do with all our might
I curse my eyes for their sight
Eyes as green as springtime grass
I am in the room without a light
They cluster in a murky mass
It was a lover and his lass


My Thoughts on Devotion (26742)

I would if I could
To love is naught but a crime
Explain to me love's paradigm
Am I now better understood?
My love, my love, be not proud
Nature shows us pantomime
Could it be more sublime?
Like a babe in the wood


My Thoughts on Tenderness (24253)

My waist is a-growing thick
Is this all a merry trick?
Now let us sport while we may
I got me flowers to strew thy way
With words, I to you enchain
My heart is broke again in twain
To thee, let me raise my glass
Forgive my song so bold and crass


Farewell Ardor (10685)

There is nothing I can eat
Strong like an ox, and swift as a steed
Eat good food and drink fine mead
My sweetest love, must I repeat?
Then come and kiss me, twenty and sweet
Come water of Rains Hand, come with speed
Love is my religion, but sorrow my creed
I kiss your from your head to your feet


Ode to Devotion (13287)

My goddess, O Mara, I do plea
My tale I try to tell
Fair love, love to sell
Add one to us, love, and make three
Where jealousy walks, there sorrow be
Against it, let us all rebel
I bid thee then a fond farewell
What a sight my eyes do see!
Thou left me standing in the rain
To a spring dawn, I would not compare
I only hope I might entertain
Thy love is like a sweet, sweet bane
Flying like strong falcons high in the air
'Twere lovers and madmen e'er sane?


On the Subject of Love (17801)

Of thee, dear, I do delight
Of thee, dear, I do delight
Rat-rat-rat, the drums doth beat
Let us feast on wine and fruit and meat!
Mara wrote love's sacred tome
O, where doth thou roam?
I would love to take you home tonight
Let us hold our love up to the light


Love Sonnet to Love (12927)

The fool this ballad sour hath penned
But, love, see thou the hourglass?
To thee, all my cares I send
In a wildy mountain pass
In a wildy mountain pass
Blow, blow, thou winter breeze
Sing me again love's sweet reprise


Ode to Infatuation (23197)

She lay like in a deathless spell
I would love to take you home tonight
Struggle we do with all our might
I bid thee then a fond farewell
Dong, Dong, Dell
Harvests come of plenty and blight
I would love to take you home tonight
A mad wizard's spell
Let me lick where bees doth lick
Let me sharpen my skean
To touch the sky one more time
The rain doth make the road slick
Ah, to me don't be mean
Explain to me love's paradigm


In Defence of My Darling (19299)

Neither borrow, love, nor lend!
To thee, all my cares I send
The river is deepest at its widest bend
With pain, I feel my heart doth mend
The while I think on thee, dear friend
This passion I feel should not offend
The past uncouth, the future unkenned
The beginning comes closest to the end
He was a brave gallant
What price for love we fools do pay!
Ah, to me don't be mean
They say thou art elegant
My darling, beside me please stay!
What a remarkable scene!


I Care Not for Love (13010)

Flowers you pluck to make your bouquet
In the fields, the slave doth plough
Would thou simply throw me away?
Strange, I want to be with thou.
Thy hair night-black, thy eyes bright as day
The hog doth nuzzle with his sow
Fowls in the wood
My love, I fear, is very proud


Forget Not My Mistress (13362)

Thy hair night-black, thy eyes bright as day
Let me warm me with all thy heat
Like children, in gold fields we play
Against such odds, dare we compete?
With a down, derry, derry, down, down
Follow, dear, the path I lead
Down in the sea we all drown
Take me as thine, for love not for greed
You drowned within the raging sea
I kiss your from your head to your feet
What a sight my eyes do see!
The twinkling stars, love, let us greet
Fill me with a wanderlust
There is no love where there is no trust


On the Subject of Devotion (24740)

Sunshine in Mid Year shines your hair
Pity not me my sorrowful plight!
Pity not me my sorrowful plight!
Together, they walk down to the square
Like truth, I would see thy body bare
Let us hold our love up to the light
I curse my eyes for their sight
Like truth, I would see thy body bare


Love Sonnet to Yearning (18184)

I'm thy king, be my queen
Give the old dog a merry kick
Ah, to me don't be mean
My house is built brick by brick
Spring, spring, so lovely green
Is this all a merry trick?
If thou likes, thou may call it lust
Fill me with a wanderlust


I Sing of Yearning (9472)

To thee, let me raise my glass
White hands in blackest grime
She loved him not, alas, alas!
Could it be more sublime?
My love will come a-calling
My love will come a-calling
The house with tenements a-sprawling
That is what I find most galling
Why must love bring so much pain?
Harvests come of plenty and blight
Thou left me standing in the rain
Struggle we do with all our might
Let me sharpen my skean
O where have you been?


My Yearning (27491)

Love, can this thou comprehend?
If thou likes, thou may call it lust
The while I think on thee, dear friend
No law against love can be just
There is no love where there is no trust
My love, thou art so far far away
There is no love where there is no trust
What price for love we fools do pay!
With a nonny, nonny, nonny, nonny, hey!


Sweetest Love (19992)

The house with tenements a-sprawling
I'm thy king, be my queen
Conditions that I find appalling
Spring, spring, so lovely green
O where have you been?
To be strong, my love, thou must adjust
The knives edge is keen
Her face was fair and round her bust
Fill me with a wanderlust


Sonnet to Infatuation (18029)

Fair love, love to sell
I would give anything to hold you tight
Pity not me my sorrowful plight!
She lay like in a deathless spell
Let me cry with a mighty yell
Pity not me my sorrowful plight!
I spy in the field a horse so white
Let me cry with a mighty yell
And how, my love, doth thou fare?
Harvests come of plenty and blight
Let this that blessed moment seize!
My life is in agony, I am filled with despair
I would love to take you home tonight
Milk doth rot to finest cheese


Oh Ardor (11297)

Love of body and soul do blend
He was her stallion, she his mare
And how, my love, doth thou fare?
O'er proud Daggerfall, the stars suspend
The villian the knight shall apprehend
Like truth, I would see thy body bare
O goddess Mara, acknowledge my prayer!
The while I think on thee, dear friend


To Passion (26075)

In the fields, the slave doth plough
Swear not, my love, a sacred vow
On moonlight and stars, lovers do swear
He was her stallion, she his mare
Merrily, merrily shall I live now


I Care Not for Lovers (8877)

I despair about doing what I must
If thou likes, thou may call it lust
Eyes as green as springtime grass
Forgive my song so bold and crass
My heart is broke again in twain
You look to me with true disdain
Love makes us reckless, without care
He was her stallion, she his mare


