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No Lady
by
Ldy. Deirdre O'Bardon
I am no lady born.
I am the child of a hungry serf
But I am fair... or so men say,
And so they came to me for mirth.
They had their way and left behind
A cold and lonely heart.
So I asked for coins and jewels and such
Before they could depart.
I had a little bag I hid
Where never man could see
And in this bag of mine I stashed
My gold and my jewelry.
With passing time, my hoard it grew,
Til I had a sufficient sum
To buy a house and pretty clothes.
I knew leaving time had come.
So I moved to another land.
My identity I hid.
And there it was I quickly found
Lords to do as I would bid.
They no longer had their way with me
For they thought me a lady fair.
And I hid all I'd done from them
No secrets did I bare.
A noble knight, a handsome lord,
Whose heart did for me burn
Spoke of marriage. I said "Yes."
He had his will in turn.
Yes, I will be so good to him
That he will think it love
But I will not give my heart to him
For, by our God above,
If I gave my heart to him
I might tell him of my youth
And I would lose what I have gained
If I told him the truth.
I know you may think me cold.
You may think me unkind,
But life is as it is for me
And I return just what I find.
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