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.
