Gringo poem

A knight should fight for thee
When the time comes of him doing so
Even though my heart pounds in agony
My cries enhance when it is time to go.

My heart stretches out such as the joy of a new seed
Holding to its thought that it might be time to weep
Has changed, things are different now
For it is not time to find out how

Ye love rests in my soul
Although it may be time to let go
Things unsaid or things unchanged
Even they remain the same

Time of heroes that have died
Time of chances never tried
Of a love that in here cried
And won’t learn just how to fly…