Poetry does not suit you, Gentle Prince;
Words could not compare, or describe your Grace.
Try as I might, my pen can never find
Perfect words to bring justice to your name.
And though I go forth and search farther still,
No mortal can, with justice ever write;
Words that gods alone can carefully scribe
Boldly, with pen more powerful than mine.
I have no strength or means as gods above
to make your name shine like stars in the night.
But for you, My Prince I will dare and try
craft these words and immortalize this love.
To your heart from mine, these words will remain
And give you life long after I have lain.
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