For the Lady/Wench Wendy:
There is a lady I know who stirs in me a passion deep.
I am not alone, for she captures all in the room.
Through song and wit she enthralls
Her beauty and zeal intoxicate
Life is delight when she is near
I can only hope that I might please her
For to make her laugh is to capture the stars
A kiss from her nourishes the soul,
And to hold her in your arms is nirvana
Such is the lady I know
Ah, amour courtois! It is a beautiful thing when done properly. Carry on, oh, modern Lancelot, you anachronistic warrior! You ride with a standard that has seen many hands, some of them the greatest poets of the ages. I salute you!
Tres romantique! Very nicely done...