I must either have you or
nothing,
my dear lady Sansa.
The moon be mild and the sun
smiling,
but life without you will be
a cancer.
This is one of my delicious
letters
to a lady I'll always woo.
And though I strive in slums
and gutters,
her love shall purge me
through and through.
The truth be told to you my
dear,
life is more than a priest
can see.
'Cause a time without you
here,
is like a snow-flake lost at
sea.
I may have no wealth or fame
or a title to grace my head.
I may bear just a common
name;
to be called your lover is
best instead.
What is life and a purse of
gold
if I'm starved of your love,
my queen?
I'd rather be a slave and
have me sold,
'cause life without you is a
greater sin.
I must either have you or nothing,
my darling lady Sansa.
The moon be mild and the sun
smiling,
but life without you is worse
than cancer.
To my Sweet Angel, Never
Saying Aye (SANSA)
