Nervous Engraving

On their Wedding Day
They engraved
Their names
In Leaded Glass
in 1634

Those were the days
Of chivalry
Fear of water

Fathers bequeathed
Their first born daughters
To guard a name

And Tudor roses bloomed
In English knot gardens
where primrose daughters
Wept in hidden corners

Love was not within the glass
Though we trace time
With our eyes

How could Love be bought
Or kept within
Or swept beneath the stone

She lay her fair head
Upon a stable boy
And there her heart broke
There she died

But her heart,
soon forgave her

And she walked the earth
For eighty years

The leaded glass
Was not her heart's engraving