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.