A silhouetted lengthen form,
Came from out the morning sun.
As my eyes adjust to its savage glare,
I knew you are the one.
Though mortal in my quest am I
Fair maid I love thee so.
Smitten as the moth to the flame,
A pure vision to behold.
In trepidation of things to come,
Free from my lonely cell.
Heart beats like fluttering butterflies,
As from her lips, she chants her spell.
For I am but a simple fool,
And what can she see in me?
For that, what can I offer?
Except selfless love and loyalty.
For it is said love conquers all,
And for me I’m but a boy.
For what do I know of true love?
But in these words I try.
Nicholas Windle 2009.