Classic Poem

I pray you, M, to me be trew,
For I will be trew as long as I lif;
I will not change you for old ne new,
Ne never luf other, whiles that I lif.
And ye be avised, this other yere
Ye send me a letter of luf so dere;
I was as glad of your writing
As ever I was of any thing;
For I was sek the day before—
That letter heeled, I was sek no more.
M, in space
Comes fortune and grace;
I trist it so for to be
That it shall light on you and me.
M, be stidfast and trew in thought;
For luf is the sweeter, the dere that it is bought.
And M, I hope securly
There is none that byes it so dere as we.
And in what place so ever ye be,
As oft as ye will, ye shall me there see.
Therefor be ye trew, trew,
Or elles sore I mun it rew.
Be ye stidfast and also trew,
For I will not change for old ne new.
And sithen as we may not togeder speke,
By writinge we shall our hertes breke.