My love, my faire, I dream of thee <br />Thine softest smile, golden haire <br /> <br />All things mine would I forsake <br />Of thy love might I partake <br /> <br />Faire Gwendolyn, easily, would I spurn <br />This broken kingdom sure return <br /> <br />My king, betrayal, I would not have shown <br />Had thy beauty then been known <br /> <br />And now with greate sorrow do I behold <br />Thy sweet love and fairness untold <br /> <br />Your servant in all things, Lancelot<br /><br />James Jarrett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ballad-of-jayne-a-poem-to-my-wife/
