When thou shalt be inclined to set me free,
T’will be a reckoning in face of angels
Upon the clouds no mortal judgment be
And passion’s truth so keep the sentinels.
That words rap on doors as stolen thunder,
Entering on thresholds of newfound fact
Where pirates once mine own heart did plunder,
Such deeds did confess feelings left intact.
Who among us carries not dense cargo?
Unsettling tis love formed and not yet giv’n,
Where thy full heart’s treasure chest embargo,
And await release whence pain tis forgiv’n
Such is a tale of love unrequited,
Where with royal sword hath thee been knighted.