On a day such as this
I could only question how it goes,
Should it be filled with rain and gloom?
Or will it fill with sweet roses.

I received a letter from her
That she would be busy and thus unable to attend,
So she would be occupied with a party
As well as a cheerful chat with her friends.

So then I decide that even I
Would make plans to wash away my loneliness,
So plan up a last minute party
As well as some drinks with friends.

As I drink my ale and enjoyed the festivities
A messenger hurries to me,
Saying that the young lady had requested my presence
And that she was in dire need of me.

So I rush back home by carriage
In order to find the fair lady,
Yet to be met with no one
But I wait for her anyway.

She arrived in a red carriage
Within the third hour of my wait,
Unsure if it was the fair lady
I ran to meet her by the gate.

She smelled of wine and sweet scented perfume
Weary of the festivities she wished to rest at my home,
As I carried her across the dewy grass and through the large doors
I was somewhat happy that tonight I was not alone.

We spoke of the parties we attended and laughed
Concluding that us dining alone would’ve been better
She was scared to be alone within her allocated chamber
So before she slept she requested that I stay beside her

I told her not to...