Unto my fairest Lady
 by William Herrera aka Valerio de Codoba Fall 1999 in the style 12c Troubadours

Unto my fairest Lady, whose memory burns within me
like the heat of a thousand suns,
Awake do I lay in fevered repose
as the memory of our meeting stirs within me
For your sweet words, forthright manner and tender ministrations
leave me willing prisoner to your grace and beauty,

Forever shall I look upon the memory with sweet fondness.
Never shall I forget how Apollo’s grace did gleam from thy Golden Tresses,
as you ran to me on the field whence I fell in Battle. 
In heaven did I think I lay for I saw not mortal skies,
but the deepest Azure of your Eyes. 
Sweet as honey was the water poured from the vessel of your heart.
Strong as Wine were the kisses the yearned to burst forth from your lips.
 

Many wounds had I taken on the field,
yet few had touched the arm that wielded your Token.
Many men fell like dry timber beneath my blade,
For such was thy Token’s power to steel my arm
strengthen my spirit and embolden my heart,
with such strength and will enough to wield it. 

I will further recall our walk at Dusk, as the Red Sun sank from tortured skies,
and you gladdened my heart with your sweet words and sighs.  
Even as the Sun sank, the moon did rise.
And the stars did shine like jewels that hang in the heavens.

Transformed were you with cloak of night
from golden goddess to  bewitching Faerie.
who’s spell I could not break, and so was I lost
and uncaring of all that is base in this world, 
For Blysse was sent upon me as a moonlit messenger,
who did enchant me and send me to Ecstasy.

Oh sweet lady whose Token I do bear,
hear me now for I do weep.
For it may be long months ere we meet again,
and I know not whether you will grace me with thy deepest gaze
and think me so fair and gallant.
Yet know that within my breast I will remain your  Champion
and ere we meet again, I would again carry it with honor,
if you do not feel me base and ignoble.