Prince From Camelot Meets Princess From Nottingham

As the Knight is in the castle; with his armor of shield, Lady Bethevere strolls through the flowers; placed in the field… Their hearts brought together; from the power of Heaven, Strange as it may be; with the number of eleven… With many things in common; and their quest for love, Cupid surely played a part; from the clouds above… Travel time & highways; bring them as one, Cafes’ & picnics; and the warmth of the sun… Wine and chocolate; with the laughter of fun, The adventures of the couple; has yet to begun… She greets him with a smile; as he comes in from the rain, She brings the Knight to laughter; just with a coffee stain… July and September; will be months they remember, Tensile, snow and glitter; they both will share in December… Love, Sir Shawncelot