What is courtly love?
Something to please the Man above?
What is rooted in tradition
Does not fit my intuition.
I cannot uphold these old ideals
Held in place by legal seals.
Is what I feel wrong or right?
I came to love, not to fight.
Come, my dear, take my hand.
We'll run away to a Promised Land.
Our carpet: grass; our ceiling: stars
Far away from any lights or cars.
Only the heavens, you, and me.
This is how we're meant to be.