The Knight gallant gave his lady fair,
A single fragile rose as a sign of his blossoming love,
The maiden with her long golden hair,
Felt protected, watched over by the dove.
'Dear Maiden, will you walk with me?'
Asked the knight so strong,
'Aye, I'll take your arm kind Sir,'
She replied in a voice like song.
They strolled arm in arm across the glade,
The scent of heather strong in the air,
'I wish to thankyou my Knight' she said,
'To thank you for your care.'
He looked at his young maiden,
And gently tilted her face up to his,
The look in her eyes was wonderous,
As he bent to kiss her sweet lips.
Their passion grew, their kiss it deepened,
He held her oh so tight,
He realised at last that she was his strength,
His passion, his guiding light.
For her he'd trained and struggled to become a knight,
For her he worked to protect Iverness,
To keep her safe from harm or plight,
For her he fought the marauders to stop them in their fight.
After their kiss he took her hand,
And placed it on his heart,
'I swear this to you my love,'
'After today we'll never be apart.'
'I wish to marry thee and have thee as my wife',
'I wish to have your tender ways for my own.'
'Will you marry me my pretty maid and share my life?'
'You alone my pretty thing can soften this heart of stone.'
To be continued..
Words that enlighten the soul are more precious than jewels.
[This message has been edited by Isis (edited 09-16-99).]