My Lord Is Away

Ah! My Lord is away; where he would not say;

Nor how long he would be.

Locked into my chastity belt, I was placed that day;

Oh, but I had the key.

Ah, My Lord is away; where he would not say;

I am so wont to be free and to play.

The Poet Troubadour bid me farewell

As he travels too far this day.

But the fey Moor is knocking at my door

So he says, to ride with me.

What shall I do My Lord? — are you away by the sea?

With whom and where and how long shall I play?

Shall I flirt and talk and laugh… will you not say?

You left me in chastity, My Lord,

Ah but I have the key;

Alas! My Lord return to me;

Unlock me from my prison belt;

For even though I have the key,

My constraint is not it…. but thee.

Copyright Lynette S

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