Guarding Prayer

Take care of him, O spirits high

'Tis he who holds my heart

O Heaven-sent ones, hear my cry

So we are ne'er apart.

Eros, that young and spiteful child

Has come into my life

And with one pull of golden bow

Has filled my world with strife.

My fairest one, do not lose hope

The end is yet in sight

For I have sworn that I will strive

To make this come out right.

O Gods on high (and some below)

I beg you, hear my plea

Use every power that you can

To keep him near to me

I bid ye well, you who has read

This outpour of my soul

And I do pray that you may see

How true love takes its toll.