I shall write a poem, to the weak eyed maiden

Passing glances at the man with glistening eyes, muscles and sheepish smile

You stood there at an arms length glance with nothing to show.

You work my dear, work away your fears, my dear.

Weak-eyed maiden come near.

Your father, not a man of virtue, entrapped the man with no hesitating thought

You stood idly by watched as a love blossomed in the hew.

You work my dear, work away your fears, my dear.

Your time is coming, oh so near.

You fed the man grapes, drunk him with the richest of meads and took her place

You took him into your harbor and gave him all the riches therein.

You work my dear, work away your fears, my dear.

Weak-eyed maiden, is so very near.

The deception caused a pain, and the hew never died. You watched their love grow.

But in the time, you bore him sons! gave him the greatest gifts he ever attained.

You work my dear, work away your fears, my dear.

Weak-eyed maiden, you are so near.

From your bosom, and from your ports came all the great minds we’d ever see.

Prophets, Scribes, and even this man that spoke with a million voices !

Rest from work my dear, No more fears, my dear.

Weak-eyed maiden, our time is here.