Courtly Love
Submissive squire on his foot
Helping his best knight, to put
On the weapons o’ not so cute
Beautified horses galloping,
The sharpen swords clanging,
And wooden poles jousting,
While this beauty, mocks by tear,
Huddling, silently, in her own fear
Because of her one and only dear
For her love,
She prays of-
“Use the speed o’ thy eyes, oh knight o’ mine
For a love to dwell, forever, in arms o’ thine!”
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