If I had but just one wish

I'd wish to see my lady fair

To kiss her cheek

To hear her speak, so sweet

To run my fingers through her hair

But alas, not so

A terrible woe

I'm far, not near

Always gone, not here

How do'st thou fair lady see in me any good?

I struggle in vain,

Yet all I cause you is pain,

I try and I try,

I still make you cry,

Such a terrible sort I've turned out to be.

What is it fair lady you still see in me?

I love you so much, my dearest fair lady,

From the darkest and deepest reaches of my heart.

With every fibre of my being.

Every grain of my soul.

I fear to lose you.

What is it I must do?