Loving you
Wasn't an option,
My dear Sir,
As you rode your white stallion
Into my heart.
One day I am a maiden alone,
Next, betwixt moorland and sea
You galloped a hasty speed and I was smitten
From the very start.
Your journey, you said,
Was to faraway London,
Mighty capital of this land,
To claim a fortune
Nearing five hundred guineas, thence
In great esteem
You would then stand.
My heart was caught
In this net of yours
Your masterly brow
Had me in its fix.
I had, my lord,
Fallen deeply for you
Together we presented a preposterous, tho
Comely mix.
I love you more than I care to think,
My lover, my Knight of the Realm,
I will subject myself to your service, my dear,
Take charge, my Trojan at the helm.