If There Be A Time

If there be a time
to weep and mourn
I'd swear to thee, thine
might make such an act forlorn.
So take heed my sweet, there
be beauties here and maidens fair
all around--but none so fair as thee.
Sweetest of all songs
is the one sung by you in adorable glee;
too soon the song is sung, I long
to hear it again. . . Come back to me.

Do not fear, for Paris I am not;
neither am I Menelaus, I truly love.
I believe in love eternal, begot
by those gods that dwell above
in starlit citadels. Compose
I surely can't, yet I suppose
you could care less for you
love not a suitor but only Wisdom.
Thus I shant seek you through--
I just wish a day in thy queendom.

To give me but a chance
is Justice in Love's eternal glance.