I am underwhelmed
It seems I have absconded
With a royal's daughter and yet
They merely chase me
With their gluttonous knights
And bewildered steeds

She is fairer than the month of June
And I see the faintest glint of emerald
In those majestic eyes
They empower me
Her skin is that of satin and raspberries
Delicate and ****

The gambit is afoot, but alas
Thou wicked lord, I possess two
And I will blend into the night
And the darkest of shades
She is the resolve of my compass
And to ends of Earth itself I will hasten

Though the wrath of kings
Is grand, she is grander still
And the stockade
Is no match for romance in flight
She belongs to me and not her prince
And thine emerald eyes don't deceive me