Your lover

I may not lavish you a palace

but I will shower you with scented flowers from the wild

 

I may not pour out for you wine in a golden goblet

but I will flood you with the songs of my heart

 

I may not subdue a thousand swordsmen for valour

but I will be your beloved bondman

 

I may not be your prince

but I will be your lover

It will be

If time is delaying

Then did we postpone destiny?

 

If love’s bud hasn’t blossomed

Has the flower vanished?

 

Patience, Beloved

For what must be

Wasn’t never

 

It will be