Its been a while

Its been a while since I took my pen in my hand
and wrote the desire of my heart
into eloquent word
to the execution of my disposition

for once; I was a complete soul
a keen spirit
an equable mortal
alas, what I have converted to I know not.

My quite mind takes no charge of role
neither doth it wield for your love to attain
solidarity from pain
it prefers to thy heart

alone I am left
with what but woe
that love didn't have the heart to same me the pain

my pen only writes the moan my heart speaks of
since his heart is made of stone

In vain and earnest Love I cry
To have the pleasure of his sight
I seek among the skies
for a trace of his love
I demand from the stars
for a word of him
from the bird
I pledge to tell that his still faithful.

My love is a fairy born and fairy breed
but to thy displeasure
he did not wish to attain
the love a mortal born and mortal maiden.