is true
I want what all men want
surely

a princess
pure
virginal

She my Queen
my lady
her cheeks roses.

Glory I ask
that I may
dedicate my life

To privilege
to but hold
her hand,

to defend
her honor bold,
without question,

or fears, to
be her Knight,
were I but worthy.

To my queen,
I look at you
as my
Dulcinea.

Might I always
wake to
such a vision.