A Divine Love Poem by J Patrick Murphy

O Great Divines, arouse in me,
A tale with origins from up above.
I've given up, please grant my plea,
Or else I shall cease to believe in love.

'Young Poet hear our Knight's grand tale,
And then your path to love shall 'come so clear.
Take heed the truth that we unveil,
As it is not as it would first appear:

Exalted hopes imbibed Knight's heart,
As he mounted upon his trusty mare.
From glor'ous realms, he did depart
To save his Princess from the Witch's lair.

He ventured deep through treach'rous wood,
And he attacked all foes with deadly force.
'Til strength declined, wherein he could
No longer travel down his 'tended course.

Near verge of death from ceaseless strife,
Our Knight was blessed by what the Fates revealed:
For Maiden came to save his life
And care for all his needs until he healed.

With regained strength, through Maiden's aid,
He swiftly reached the Witch's dark domain.
Come face-to-face, Knight grasped his blade,
And with one mighty blow the Witch was slain.

The journey back had enmity,
For inner darkness within Princess shone.
Our Knight observed the travesty
That Princess soon would sit upon the throne.

When they returned, the King rejoiced
For Princess once again sat by his side.
Amidst his joy, the King was poised,
To give his daughter to Knight for a bride.

'O King, my quest brought me true love;
A love so strong that I cannot control.
Not Princess that I speak hereof,
But Maiden for her truly selfless soul.

Though Princess has such grand allure,
She has the darkest soul in all this land.
No love of ours would e'er endure,
So King, I must refuse your daughter's hand.

With Maiden's love, I am imbued,
From her, I cannot bear to be apart.
So now, O King, I bid adieu
To be with the one who captured my heart.'

Young Poet hear; your hope draws nigh:
When searching for love, look beyond her face.
Look for the one whose self denies,
For true love is found in such humble place.'