God once asked me,
“Would’st thou like to fly?”
I asked “Aye, but will she?”
He said “nay, she shan’t.”
“Keep’st thy wings with thyself.”
Stunned God questioned me,
“Wherefore you deny the gift of a god!”
“My lord, I shan’t fly if on the ground beith she,”
“Fool of a soul! I shan’t offer again,
Take the gift, take the wings!”
“Nay my lord I say again, nay,
I have no need for flight,
If on the ground she shall stay.”
“Very well, but answer me this once,
Thou hath refused godly powers, why?”
“This girl is more important than life,
She doth know me best,
Without her every second is strife,
Without her life beith a waste,
For I am only me when I am with her!”
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