Fortune's Grace: A Modern Chaucerian Blessing

Upon this earth, in Fortune's tender grace,

Whan thee I found, my heart found truest place.

Thy eyes like twin stars in the morning run,

Guiding my soul to joy as does the sun.

In every woeful night, thy voice soothes me,

Thy gentle laughter, like sweet melody.

Thou art a boon that Nature hath bestowed,

In thee the purest care and love bestowed.

My gratitude for thee doth overflow,

In ceaseless thanks for all thou dost bestow.