Minster Lovell Dovecote

I speak strange gibberish to you,

Not knowing what good it can do.

This talk resembles a magical spell,

But how it might work I cannot tell.

I hope that it will give some clue;

That something reaches through,

Of what your being means to me

And how crucial you come to be.

Show me again, I beg you please,

So I can proceed with greater ease

And discern my viewpoints as I go,

To heartily head for smoother flow.