The Love Poetry of the Bishop of Aquila, pt. I

My lips move to shape your name
Isabeau, the most wondrous sound
whispered by your silent wings
My heart like prey on the ground
subject to your love, untamed

How can we live apart?
I lose a little life every day
every moment we're separate
Though now you may say nay
still I worship your art

Come tarry with me, and dance
lose your regrets in the tune
A thousand bards will sing
and a thousand maidens croon
Lo, I say, give me a chance