My Lady

A poem about a past love who is gripped by depression.

Didn't you know?
She missed me; she found it hard to admit - but she missed me.
From the bottom of my hard - oh my.
I hate that she cried...
My lady, I made her wait.
Her knight, she makes my heart beat faster.
Together we shall prevail.

Her heart is entrapped by another now, unable to escape.
He deserves her naught - I must rescue her from the demon grasp.
Maybe I've it wrong, and she is the problem.
My princess I desire, despite.

Through the fields to travel
Across the oceans so blue
I grabbed her hand in mine
and together away we flew.