There once was a bard
Who came across a maiden near a shrine,
Whose presence
He thought was surely divine.

She was beautiful
As well as she was sweet,
And upon holy grounds
They did meet.

Lips as red as a rose
And hair as dark as the night,
Though within her eyes
The stars did reside.

Awestruck and Overwhelmed
By the maidens beauty,
He composed a song
With a melancholic melody.

To him her beauty was unparalleled
In the whole world,
For he suddenly realized
He had fallen for this girl.

They both attended a banquet...