Troubadour

Your love is like a troubadour
Who sings of prosperous times.
Of fate and trust and love and lust;
And happiness sublime.

Your love is like a troubadour
Who tells of better things.
With you close and near to heart
My mind yearns to take wing.

Your love is like a troubadour
Who fills stout hearts with hope.
When you speak, O my fair one
How easy it is to cope.

Your love is like a troubadour;
Brings tales from far away.
Under your fair beauty, I
Can hardly fall astray.

Your love is like a troubadour
Troubled ones your singing soothes
Sit by me and cure my soul
By musing little truths.

But there's one thing about your love
That definitely lacks;
Your love is like a troubadour:
You leave and don't come back.

As always, I'd like your opinions on this, so...if you could...I would REALLY appreciate at least a vote...