They come knocking at my door,
Suitors and their suits of armour,
Empty and void,
To charm!
As if a spell would do,
In the castle I built for me!

Only monsters seek the prize,
Lovers wish only to play,
Swept, as the winds will it,
And for the valour of it –
Be satisfied.

For Love is never singular,
But patient and attentive,
Like Time in honour of Life,
At its best,
Unbent and unbroken.

And should Life honour Time,
With Life,
So shall Love be returned rightfully,
But, never claimed,
Neither by turn, or by toil.