Her Thrall

I longed for her in my depths
I'd have given her my life blood
If she had asked me for it all
And in deepest faith I prayed
Outside of her presence, I was bereft
If a glimpse of her, came the flood
Emotions overwhelming, I am her thrall
Gods help me, loving her was my crusade

Porcelain was her skin
Her mane was golden
Her spirit fierce
Inside me burned a fire
She moves me within
Inside my soul she is woven
My heart deeply pierced
And she is my only desire

She wore a princess crown
Ruled with regal grace
I was her servant, in her service
I grew flustered, begged her mercy
There she spoke becomes sacred ground
Behind the wall we embraced
She saw my visage was earnest
Her heart so pure, I felt dirty

I wore armor, but was vulnerable
Empty of any defense, I was weak
I kept speaking aloud my fears
I heard her as she laughed, without guile
My love, my life was honorable
And she was powerful, never meek
She brushed back my cold tears
And cried her own, as I rode into exile