Within a dream of place somewhere,
I, milieu’s maiden, bright and fair,
Espy a figure on a mare,
Adorned by blade on fancy wear,
Gent of class with mettle to spare,
Finest of any mousquetaire,
To cross this path of lady’s care,
As her humbled heart’s silenced blare,
Hopes for bonding exchange to share,
Even as shied bright eyes down-stare,
In a moment as true as rare,
That turns bravely from one to pair. ; )
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