Meandering Grace
Now here’s a tale I swear has not been told,
About the one to whom I have been sold.
A beauty who is wise beyond her years,
Her voice, I find, it lingers in my ears.
My damsel, she’s got lovin’ in her heart,
I promised her we’ll never be apart.
Enamors me and makes me willed and able,
Sometimes I swear I’m living in a fable.
She teases of the day I’ll let her go,
Then demonstrate how much I love her so.
The patient empress waits among the gables,
A desperate quest for my eternal muse--
And now, I’m lost for qualities to list,
A shame it is that she could not exist.
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