A Letter to the Lady

[huddow]

A Letter to the Lady
Whose love can only be certain
When my eyes are shut 
And my soul has left the prison of my life.

Very well, my love.
If the commitment of our lives
Forbid you and I
To belong to each other,
I shall steal away from reality every night
To be with you in my dreams.

It would be a blessed coincidence
If we do meet some evenings. 
And I would be less lucky most times,
To not see you at all.

But for the whiles we spend together,
I shall be evermore grateful. 
And I will not keep those ethereal memories
Far from my heart when I wake,
For they will bring me through the day's toil
And keep me alive till we meet again.

Goodnight, my love.