My love is a raging, wild and free stallion

That roams the garden of beautiful beasts.

I speak and women come in battalions,

Trying to hold me down to them. But cease!

 

“Pursue not my love, you harsh mortal foes!”

I must escape these emotions and hide

In the lonely forest where my heart goes

And I can stride without finding a bride.

 

But alas! I am wounded! The lovers

Have pierced my hot, red, and beautiful breast.

I have been slain! How can one recover

Such a terrible thing? So I must rest!

 

As I wander through the woods, I grow weary.

My limbs are aching, but what do I see?

A fair maiden to woo, is my theory.

Her soft lilied complexion outshines the

Most charming flower here. I cannot look

Away from her. As Ancient story quoth,

“You have dove’s eyes behind your veil.” The Brook

Nymphs seem to whisper, “Let love take you both!”

 

She fills my empty heart and mends my torn, 

Sad spirit. New feelings I’ve never felt

Before come, stirring new life in me. Scorn

Me not. She's the sweetest that I e’er smelt.

 

The wedding bells tell the tale of the swell,

Gay, unity between husband and wife.

O God, grant us Your grace, that we may dwell

in You fore’er. Thus ends my bachelor life!

 

My love for her makes me a gentle beast.

Together, we will be steadfast in love,

Let her needs be mine, at the very least.

And we give God the glory from above.