Lady sweet of Fields so wide, whose eyes
I do behold, how come we happened to
meet, upon this fragile, yet unbroken
sphere, bard of compassion, carrier, yes,
precious knight, of loves own black belt.

Lady sweet of Forrest deep, whose eyes
I do behold, are you in a study or may
we talk awhile, as I will court you,
tending tricks and stunts, clumsy though,
yet, for what it might be worth, escort you,
promise, for yet so many miles.

Lady sweet of Heavens light, whose eyes
I do behold, now, what a question,
beyond reason to say the least, vague, yet,
so clear, have you by any chance, seen,
the Grail, I do beg and so humbly
intreague, guardian of grace, tigress,
who tender ways upholds.

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Another post of mine of the same character
is, "The Paston Letters", published here on
Poeter.se, the 22nd of June, 2016.