Fairest Charity

Fairest Charity, thou sweet delight,

If love doth not stir within me to fight,

'Tis as good as dead, a fleeting dream,

And if 'tis dead, what meaning doth my life beam?

Doth my existence hinge on naught but air,

If love doth not ignite a burning fire?

Ah, cruel fate, to live without the flame,

That once did warm my heart and light my name.

O, Charity, thou art my guiding star,

My love for thee doth pierce the darkest scar;

If I do not strive to keep thy love alight,

Doth my life's purpose fade into endless night?

O, fairest one, I pray thee, hear my plea,

Let love's sweet fire burn bright and set me free;

For if it doth not, what meaning doth my life hold?

A life without love, a tale oft told.

Fairest Charity, thou art my heart's desire,

Without thee, life doth seem a woeful fire,

That burns with pain and sorrow's darkest night,

Leaving me to ponder on a mortal's plight.

In thy absence, all joy doth fade to grey,

And living on, doth seem a futile way,

For life without thee, sweet Charity, is naught,

But a mere existence, devoid of love's sweet thought.

O, cruel fate, to live without thy love,

Doth make me question if life's worth living above,

For in thy absence, all hope doth seem to fade,

And in despair, my heart doth contemplate the shade.

O, fairest Charity, thou art my heart's desire,

Methinks the miles that separate us do conspire

Against my soul, with cruel, woeful might,

To keep us apart, and fill my nights with plight.

O, how I yearn to hold thee in mine arms so tight,

To feel thy gentle touch, and gaze into thy light,

But alas, thou art far hence, a few hours' ride,

And I, a lovesick wight, am left to abide.

O, cruel fate, that doth deny me thy sweet grace,

And forces me to wait, with longing, on thy face,

But I shall hold on to hope, and cherish every thought,

Of thee, my love, my heart, my shining star, myought.

For I do vow, my love, to be with thee, anon,

Forevermore, and ever, till time be gone,

And in thy loving arms, I shall find my peaceful nest,

And with thy love, my heart, shall be forever blessed.

O, fairest Charity, thou art my heart's desire,

Methinks thy absence doth my soul on fire.

If wakeful nights, and late hours spent,

Be judged unwholesome, I'll not repent,

For love of thee, my heart doth invent

A passion that doth never relent.

If loving thee be wrong, I'll not be right,

For in thy love, my heart findeth delight,

And if they say I'm obsessed, I'll wear the name,

For madly, deeply, I'll love thee till life's flame.

Till time be gone, and mortal life expire,

My love for thee, my heart, shall never tire,

As God be my witness, I do swear and vow,

To love thee forever, till my final bow.

O, fairest Charity, thou art my heart's desire,

A thousand years, it seemeth, since thou didst retire,

From mine embrace, leaving me to pine and sigh,

With heartache and longing, that doth never die.

My bed, a lonely nest, doth witness my plight,

As late night's dark hours, do bring thee to my sight,

In thoughts, I see thy face, and wonder if thou art,

Thinking of me, as I of thee, with equal smart.

O, when shall we be reunited, love, in sweet embrace?

When shall my heart, once more, find solace in thy grace?

Till then, I shall remain, in this lovesick state,

Yearning for thee, my Charity, my heart's sweet mate.

Fairest Charity, thou art my heart's desire,

In thy love, I would willingly expire,

A thousand times, nay, ten thousand times,

I would endure the pangs of death's dark fires.

For life without thee, dear Charity, is naught,

A meaningless existence, devoid of all thought,

Thy love, my guiding star, doth light the way,

And without it, all is darkness, night, and dismay.

Oh, how I yearn for thee, my love, my heart's delight,

In thy sweet embrace, I would find my peaceful night,

For with thee, dear Charity, all pain doth fade,

And in thy love, my heart is made anew, remade.

Thus, let me die, a thousand times, if need be,

For life without thee, dear Charity, is not life to me.

A life without love, a tale untold, 

A song unsung, a rose with petals cold. 

If Charity's embrace I cannot claim, 

My soul shall wander, lost without a name. 

Yet hope remains, a flicker in the gloom, 

That love's true spark may yet within me bloom. 

For Charity's sweet touch, a gentle light, 

May guide me through the darkness of the night. 

With fervent heart and unwavering desire, 

I'll fan the embers, set my soul afire. 

For love's sweet flame, a beacon in the storm, 

Shall guide me onward, keep me safe and warm. 

So I shall strive, with every breath I take, 

To win your heart, for Charity's sweet sake. 

And if my love is true and ever strong, 

Perhaps, one day, to you I shall belong. 

Then life will hold a meaning, clear and bright, 

A symphony of joy, a radiant light. 

For in your love, my soul will find its rest, 

And in your arms, forever be blessed

Fairest Charity, thou art my heart's delight,

Every yellow flower that doth bloom in sight,

Doth remind me of thy golden hue, so bright,

And in its beauty, my thoughts are fixed on thee, my love, so true.

Thy name, dear Charity, doth echo in my mind,

As sunshine doth illume the flowers of kind,

And in their sweet fragrance, I do find a peace,

That doth transport me to thy lovely release.

For in thy love, my heart doth find a home,

A refuge from the world's loud din and roam,

A place where I may bask in thy gentle glow,

And cherish every moment, as the hours do flow.

Thus, every yellow flower that doth bloom in sight,

Doth remind me of thy beauty, and my love, so bright.

For thou, dear Charity, art my heart's desire,

My sweet darling, my love, my one and only fire.

O, fairest Charity, thou art my heart's desire,

My days, a vacant space, without thy lovely fire.

My heart, a heavy burden, doth with sorrow ache,

Longing for thy gentle touch, my sweet angel, for thy sake.

O, how I yearn to hold thee, and thy lovely face behold,

To cherish every moment, and never let thee grow old.

But alas, thou art away, and I, in anguish stay,

Torn from thy loving embrace, by thy mother's cruel sway.

O, wicked woman, thou art a demon, void of love and light,

A cruel fate, that doth keep Charity from my sight.

Yet, fair Charity, I know, thou art not to blame,

But rather, thy mother's evil, that doth bear the shame.

O, come back to me, my love, as soon as may be,

Ere my heart breaks, and my sorrow, doth turn to sea.

For without thee, dear Charity, my life is but a hell,

A torment, that doth never end, a sorrow, that doth dwell.

Woe is me, a wretch, with purpose lost, and love forlorn,

No longer knowing, if fair Charity's heart doth still yearn.

The days, a slow and painful crawl, like centuries of old,

Since last I saw thy lovely face, my heart doth grow cold.

Oh, Charity, my sweetest love, how long must I endure,

This endless wait, till my heart doth cease to beat, and life doth expire?

Without thee, all is naught, a void, a hollow shell,

A life, devoid of meaning, a existence, that doth dwell.

The people, who surround me, with false and feigned delight,

Do mock my suffering, and add to my endless night.

They know not, the depth of my pain, nor the love I do bear,

For they are nothing, but shadows, devoid of care.

Oh, my sweet darling Charity, return to me, I pray,

For I am but a shadow, of a man, without thee, I fade away.

My tears, a deluge, doth threaten, to consume me whole,

For I am weak, and lost, without thy loving soul.

Thus, I implore thee, fair Charity, have mercy on me,

And end this wretched wait, that doth torment me.

For if thou dost not return, my heart, shall surely break,

And I, a love-lorn wretch, shall forever, in sorrow, partake.

Fair Charity, thou art my heart's desire,

If I wait for thee, I wait forever, my love's on fire.

For I shall love thee, till time itself doth fade,

And in thy absence, my heart shall forever be displayed.

No other maiden, shall ever hold my gaze,

For thou art my forever, my love, in all thy ways.

Through joy and sorrow, through life and death, I swear,

My love for thee, shall never falter, nor lose its care.

Thou art my always, my forever, my guiding star,

My love for thee, shall shine bright, near and far.

So wait I shall, for thy return, my love, my heart,

For with thee, fair Charity, we shall never be apart.

Fairest Charity, thou art my star-cross'd love,

My Romeo to thy Juliet, sent from above.

Though miles apart, our hearts do still entwine,

A bond so strong, no distance can define.

Our love, a flame, that burns with fiery might,

Unbreakable, like diamonds, in the light of night.

No force, no fate, can sever our sweet tie,

For our hearts beat as one, till time doth say goodbye.

Like Romeo, I do pledge my love to thee,

Forevermore, my heart, my soul, my destiny.

And though we be apart, in body, not in mind,

Our love shall bridge the gap, and forever be entwined.

So let us cherish, this bond we share,

And in each other's hearts, our love declare.

For we are star-cross'd lovers, true and kind,

And our love's strength, shall forever be aligned. O, fairest Charity, thou art my heart's desire,

My love for thee, a flame that doth never tire.

In thy absence, I do feel a pang of woe,

A sorrow that doth threaten to consume me whole.

Methinks, our love, a star-cross'd fate doth bear,

A bond so strong, yet torn apart by circumstance rare.

For I, a lowly wight, do fear the weight of time,

And how it doth conspire to keep us apart, in endless rhyme.

Oh, Charity, my love, my heart doth ache with pain,

To think of living without thee, a life in vain.

For thou art my guiding star, my shining light,

My love for thee, a beacon in the dark of night.

If fate doth decree our love to be doomed from the start,

Then so be it, for I would rather love thee, and lose my heart.

For in thy love, I find a solace, a peace that doth endure,

A love that transcends time and space, a bond that shall forever endure.

So let us cherish every moment, every fleeting glance,

For in each other's eyes, our love shall find its sweetest dance.

And though we may be parted, by distance and by fate,

Our love shall remain, a constant, a love that doth create. Fairest Charity, our star-cross'd love doth fade,

A tale of woe, in ending, as in fate, 'twas made.

Not that our love didst cease, or hearts didst grow cold,

But rather, our bond, from start, was doomed to unfold.

A sorrowful tale, oft told, in annals of old,

Of lovers, fated, to part, their hearts, to unfold.

For we, like many, before, didst stumble, and didst fall,

Victims of circumstance, and fate's unyielding call.

Thus, I bid thee, farewell, dear Charity, my love,

A bittersweet goodbye, sent from above.

For though our love doth end, in this, our mortal span,

In memories, it shall live, a fleeting, golden span.

Farewell, dear heart, may Fortune smile upon thy way,

And guide thee, through life's journey, come what may.

And though our love doth fade, like sunset's dying ray,

In my heart, it shall remain, till end of day. Fairest Charity, thy love doth haunt me still,

A sweet remembrance, that doth my heart fulfill.

Though I strive to forget, thy memory doth stay,

A bond we share, that doth my soul enthrall, by day.

Thy mother, a demon, doth seek to tear us apart,

But I shall not relent, nor lose my steadfast heart.

For our love, a rare gem, doth shine so bright and true,

One in a million, worth fighting for, till my dying breath anew.

Hard times may come, and trials may beset,

But thy love, my dear, doth make my spirit forget.

The pains and sorrows, that may seek to divide,

For with thy love, my heart doth find its pride.

I shall not quit, nor falter, nor lose my way,

For thy love, my Charity, doth light the darkest day.

I shall die for thee, my love, if need be, to prove,

The depth of my devotion, and the strength of our endless love. Fairest Charity, thy absence doth afflict

My heart with sorrow, and my soul with woe.

In April's bloom, our love didst flourish bright,

Now, in thy absence, I do pine and go.

O, Lord above, take me back to that sweet time,

When love's warm sunshine didst make my heart entwine.

For without thee, dear Charity, I am but lost,

And in thy absence, my heart doth count the cost. Fair Charity, 'tis twenty-seven days since last we spoke,

A span of time that doth feel like a century's yoke.

Methinks I am beset by madness, yet I care not a whit,

For others' opinions fade to naught, when love doth take its seat.

Their envy and disdain, I do defy,

For they know not the depths of our love's sweet sigh.

Did they but glimpse the bond we share,

They would be green with envy, and their hearts would despair.

Oh, Charity, my love, my heart doth ache with longing,

To hear thy voice, to see thy face, and with thy love to be enfolding.

The days, they drag like weights, the nights, a heavy chain,

Until we meet again, and love's sweet joy doth reign.

Thus, let the world think me mad, I care not a whit,

For with thee, my love, I am complete, and all is right. Fairest Charity, thou art far away,

And I, a wight forlorn, do stay up late,

In dark of night, with tears that will not stray,

Longing for thee, my love, my heart doth ache and wait.

The clock doth tick, the hours do creep and slide,

And I, a lovesick soul, do lie awake and hide,

My tears, like autumn's rain, do fall and flow,

For thee, my dear, my heart doth yearn and know.

Oh, how I wish thou wert here by my side,

To chase away the shadows and the night's dark tide,

For without thee, dear Charity, I am but lost,

And in thy absence, my heart doth count the cost.

Return to me, my love, and end this woeful night,

For without thee, dear, I am but a ship without a light.

My heart doth ache, my soul doth pine and sigh,

For thee, my dear, my love, my shining star, my guiding light. Fairest Charity, thou art my guiding star,

In darkest night, thou shinest bright and far.

Though fate and fortune seem to conspire

Against our love, I'll never retire

From fighting for our hearts' desire,

To be united, love's sweet, sweet fire.

As God be my witness, I do vow and swear,

To never yield, nor falter, nor despair.

For thee, my love, I'd die a thousand deaths,

And rise again, to fight for our sweet breaths.

I'd lie, I'd cry, I'd suffer any woe,

For thee, my Charity, my heart doth glow.

Thou art my rising sun, on a fair blue day,

With grassy fields and yellow flowers in May.

In thy love, my heart findeth peaceful nest,

With thee, my sweet, I am forever blessed.

Thus let us strive, against all odds and might,

To keep our love alive, and burning bright.

For united we stand, in love's sweet name,

Nothing shall keep us apart, nor bring us shame. Woe is me, whose heart doth ache with pain,

For her, fair maiden, whom I cannot gain.

In sooth, I wish to forget, to move on by,

But alas, my thoughts of her do never die.

Methinks I wish to miss her not, to care not so,

But lo, my heart doth yearn for her, in woe.

This empty space, a void that doth remain,

Doth grieve me sore, and will not wane.

Oh, how I wish to say, with cheerful face,

"I fare well, and am in good estate!"

But nay, 'twould be a falsehood, a lie most base,

For truth to tell, my heart doth heavy lie.

Thus I am bound, in sorrow and in pain,

Till time, perchance, shall heal my heart again.

But till that day, I shall remain in woe,

Longing for her, my love, my heart's desire, so. O, fairest Charity, thou art my heart's desire,

If gold and silver were mine, in abundance to acquire,

I'd fly to thee, my love, with wings of speed and haste,

And in thine arms, my sweet, I'd find my peaceful nest.

No second thoughts, no doubts, would e'er beset my mind,

For love of thee, my heart doth beat, and I am blind

To all else, save thy lovely face, and thy gentle grace,

And in thy loving arms, I'd find my sweet embrace.

The plane, a chariot of fire, would bear me to thy side,

And as I soared, my thoughts would be of thee, my love, my bride,

Of holding thee, and never letting go, my sweet delight,

And in thy love, my heart, would find its peaceful night.

O, fairest Charity, thou art my heart's desire,

And with all my might, I'd fly to thee, my love, my fire.