I'm simply ferried away,
by gusts of her fagrance.
And left with nothing to say,
When she smiles with elegance.

I'm stunned utterly blind,
By the glitter in her eyes.
Her beauty of a different kind,
Which every man would fantasize.

I see her shiny silky hair, touching her tender red lips.
As a long sweet hour skips,
I would not flinch to stare.

Will she ever advert a peasant's love?
For she is to be someone's queen.
If I were a knight in a silver armor,
What would have the difference been?