When by words and thoughts alone, 
thou doth make the lady swoon
Thou whilst verily find,
her heart shall yours be soon

When those words you utter are most
gentle, true and kind
Tis not long before thou art
always on her mind

And when those words do stir
the warmth within her breast
Tis then her very soul is Thine,
not even death shall give thee rest

And all this in truth
I tell thee sitting there
Ne'er a hand hath thou yet laid
on the Lady that is so fair

When your words of love and passion,
finally fill her with desire
To your waiting arms your Lady runs,
her love a burning fire

To my Princess Alisandra who doth stir such 
Burning Passion deep within my Soul

Sir Lucain