men on horses
came for her love
but she sent them away
wanting mine

her ancestors corpses
tossed in there tombs
for they foresaw a future untrue

she was the queen of all of the land
and I was poor peasant dammed
cursed and spat upon, unworthy to lye in her arms
beheaded they begged for me to be
I sided with them and silently agreed
for am unworthy
she is draped in gold
I'm wearing rags and mold

her eyes tell me her love is authentic
her motives are never impure
I shall strive to be the man that can
love her beyond my fear

one day they will call me royal
and not because of my wife's status
tall I stand, I will rule this land
not just men or this palace