Isabella and Ferdinand
Isabella- such rare beauty of Spain,
accept this fragrant rose from my hand;
I'm a noble by birth, but a humble man:
Ferdinand can give you love without end!
Isabella, even the obssessed Alfonso, King of Portugal,
would ask you in marriage disguising himself as a jester
and on that wooden throne he would marry you in Fall;
stay faithful to me, we accidently met at the Patum Fair!
Kings constantly seek power and a strong wife that is charming
and who can give them children, honor and fidelity;
has such a king ever approached you: bowing down, begging
to marry him and be part of his life and destiny?
No, Isabella- riches don't always promise happiness,
look for someone who has love that will gratify...
and before you make that vow with absoluteness:
look at me and admit there's nothing to justify!
Written on 9/9/2017
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2017
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