Here l stand Mathius,
I can't do itherwise
High on a pedestal to set you,
Your feet of clay l discovered
Ones to blight our plight,
How much can a woman stand?
To plough foreign seas in isolation
To love which whipped us
Farewell l shall avow at last!
Of new 'my love' l discovered
With calmness of a swan,
With words of a Poet,
With skill of a Dancer,
With accuracy of an Archer,
With strength of a Matador,
With endurance of a Spartan,
With hands of a driver,
Hands that hold without power.
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