The Lady

Let us go and take this back to the days of sweet and sorrow
when love was a thing that wars were fought
to be met on the field tomorrow

A head shot, a knife thrown, an arrow through the air
entire armys on the field of battle
to be led by the men who cared

Who won, who cared, it really didn’t matter
it was the joust, just for the hand
of the lady that did the flatter

All men, always, all time will do
what comes so damn natural
walk away, lady in hand, and kiss her sweet rescue

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