Chivalrous?
I love. That is enough
For all my needs;
Though what my lover wants
Is something else!.
I am content with love
For its own sake;
My lover asks much more,
But cannot take
That which is offered as
Love’s supplement.
From out my meagre store
I pour my all;
My lover drops my gifts
Upon the floor.
I give the best I own
But it is thrown
Into the midden, there
To lie unseen,
Unwanted and unknown.
I vow my life
To service, but am spurned.
My lover may
One day discern again
Some worthiness
In me; that is my hope.
Till then, I shall
Endeavour to remain
Chivalrous yet.
