I'm not oft honest.
Neither do l curb my tongue.
But here l give it to you.
With my mind's verity.

It is like the secret of life runs through your veins.
Your grace is untiring and bedevilling.
Smelted! I believe you to be.
This is no burlesque but a extolment.
I pray you accept.

I thought myself as a Knight.
Conqueror of the raving wolves of the night.
Oh pardon my crowing.
You are the Lord of Knights.
You tame ferocious ogres docile.
Oh how l adore you.

My heart drums Jolene
As your radiating beauty.
Has me truly doubting
My mirror's confessions.

Oh lady of his heart,
Tis no malice l seek
Or jest l present
This is my pure conviction.
I adore you my lady!

*This is no dallying of words and stanzas.Tis l stripping myself stark naked*