Rhyme Royal: The Ribbon

In days gone by, when I was but a youth
I tried my mettle on the tourney field.
No wife had I, a bachelor uncouth
To whom true love had yet to be revealed.
And so to a young lady I appealed:
“If I could win your favor, I foresee
That no man born could ever vanquish me!”

As evening fell I sought to make my case
By showing her I had some skill at dance,
For wars are won by those whose feet have grace;
No battle is more subtle than romance.
With kisses sweet she granted me my chance:
A simple ribbon she gave me to hold;
The alchemy of love turned it to gold.

Updated: July 18, 2019 — 11:42 am