Loneliness is Hell

Though pitious king or prosperous begger
I shall always love you best, above all.

You, who's bidding I cherish most
I shall follow with unbidden desire.

And if I do wrong, through fortune, or deed
Your forgiveness I emplore
Your pleasure I explore.

For loneliness is hell
A spirlaling madness of dark and cold and silence.
A black stone cell that towers over me.

But with womanly grace you bestow upon me
in your bed, a place that I find peace.