Prince From Camelot Meets Princess From Nottingham
As the Knight is in the castle; with his armor of shield,
Lady Bethevere strolls through the flowers; placed in the field…
Their hearts brought together; from the power of Heaven,
Strange as it may be; with the number of eleven…
With many things in common; and their quest for love,
Cupid surely played a part; from the clouds above…
Travel time & highways; bring them as one,
Cafes’ & picnics; and the warmth of the sun…
Wine and chocolate; with the laughter of fun,
The adventures of the couple; has yet to begun…
She greets him with a smile; as he comes in from the rain,
She brings the Knight to laughter; just with a coffee stain…
July and September; will be months they remember,
Tensile, snow and glitter; they both will share in December…
Love,
Sir Shawncelot
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