My lady of the midnight skies
with tender heart and starstruck eyes
I thinkest of ye by the moon
and hopest I returneth soon,
I pleasure thoughts of ye with me
below the lakeside willow tree
where fondest memories of love
between us both were spoke thereof,
My mind dost like a feather be
that floats upon a summer breeze
and hast no wish to land or flee
but drifts in thoughts I have of thee,
I still remain your valiant knight
as all I hold of thee is bright
and thinkest of thee on my quest
Sir Knight of words
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