Napoleon's Contention For Josephine

On the plains of Europe I contend for an empire. On love's battlefields I have contended more for thee. A stare from your rolling eyeballs consumes me like fire, as I seek entrance to a world of just you and me. Mademoiselle Josephine, you are truly my world's wonder. What precious gem or treasure can I to thee render? Not even Europe's plundered gold could my love equate for the diamond damsel I ask for a lifetime's date. What eloquent poetry could my words for thee describe, and what tender words of mine could I on thine heart inscribe? A thousand princes may indeed contend for thine heart, each of them loves-truck with your magical Cupid's dart. A thousand more princes may contend for thy dowry, but relentless I'll be to see their love plans go awry.