My Lief is Faren in Londe
My lief is faren in londe (My love has gone away)
Allas, why is she so
And I am so sore bonde (strictly bound)
I may nat come her to
She hath myn herte in holde (she has possession of my heart)
Wherever she ride or go
With trewe love a thousand fold.
~Anonymous, 14th century
So, here is my thought for the night: Society, fashions, expectations, hobbies, habits, food preferences, occupations, geography, social statuses, and even life expectancies change from age to age, but love, is love, is love…has been since human beings uttered the first love poem or song, and will be beyond the future we can see. This is in part, at least, why I enjoy writing – and reading – medieval romances, and why they’ve never seemed “too long ago” or “too strange and far removed” for my sensibilities as they are for some.
Love, with all of its sweet tension, its yearning, its agony and its glory, is always new and intoxicating for those who first taste of it, though centuries may come and go.
Now, isn’t that a beautiful thought? 🙂