The knights felt themselves so gallant One by one they knocked at her door As if their poorly tested talent Were enough to interest and explore
Their eyes focused purely on her dresses She saw through their prods of deceit Her castle would not receive their messes Until their charms were removed of conceit
Their suits of armour soon became rusted As they waited in impatient rains Self-aware they weren’t to be trusted And soon tired of playing their own games
What gift for the lady of situations? The one who wants none of your gold Deaf to their empty wild explanations She’s chosen her own heart to hold
Outside the window, I giggle in delight The first feel of snow after a silent night This day of love has already seen me grow Because this feeling, I thought I’d never know
I found myself once finding my tribe Along with a love I could only describe Now felt without any suffocating All this time patiently waiting
The love was always right under my nose Because I could cry at heart-wrenching prose Intoxicated walking along the city street Even enthralled by the glass and concrete
I will sip this love through a golden straw And take it home to the Eastern shore Where the soft dusty snow ignites A love for this garden of delights
When the beat of the drum becomes a banging and frontlines full of dead men left hanging, let’s raise white flags, redraw maps and decide unstable future’s by inequitable divide
Wheels forever turn Bloods boil and burn Guns forever bang Repeat sturm und drang
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