To the Love of the Forlorn Traveler
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Though I may travel to locations far
And make new places my home
Always will you have my heart
For distance it shall never know.
In constancy my hands will be want
For your most soothing touch,
And your precious face will forever haunt
My aching eyes each month.
But these things I can endure;
It is my heart that yearns most of all
For its sweet, beautiful captor.
And so yours it shall be, come fall.
Despair not when I myself am far away,
For with you my heart will always stay.