I took my love and made of it a sword.
Bright and sharp and silver and new. A blade to win through the shadows and bring my heart you.
It shines with a soft kissing light. Ready to stand as your champion in any fight.
I took my faith and made of it a shield.
Upon it I wrote the words that said I’d never ever yield.Tis round and strong and right, to stand guard over you in the darkest night.
I took my words and made of them a song.
I gave them voice and hoped your ears they’d find, to waken your regard and maybe bring me to your mind.
I took my skin and made of it a canvas.
I painted your portrait upon it and your name I struck beneath in scars. Lady I shall love you beyond the death of nations and stars.
I took my time and made of it a haven.
Only yours and mine and none other’s to see. Where we might come when we were bound and thus be set free.
I took my bones and made of them your servants.
None better shall you have lady, none more faithful or of your whim and flighty sacrament observant.
I took my crown, that thing cast of gold, and sold it lady for firewood and coal.
Tis for for your fire dear, that your loving heart never may grow cold.
I took my love my dear and made it all for you.
How sad that I be no more than friend to you.