24/3/2012

Bonded to a man I know

But rarely understand

Knowing only I must go

Wherever God has planned

.

But doubtful ever of the choice

That made this man my own

Not of love, but e're of voice

That comes from pen alone

.

Dare aspire to that height

I fear I'll never reach

I know just how much it is right

From wisdom in his speech

.

Towards him alone is my desire

And there I'm not afraid

Yet I sink beneath the mire

If honour isn't paid

.

I want to serve, I want to be

His worthy wife and friend

And yet I look behind and see

Inconstancy in trend

.

Unworthy of him, Lord! I cry

And bend my knee with tears

He somehow, someway hears my sigh

And sooths tormented fears