The Lady Saint Poem by Rebecca Wiles

The lady sits within the tower, gazing at the view,
adorned with just a simple gown, worn only by a few.
Guarded by a liege of knights outside the castle wall,
by the fireside she sits as the evening starts to fall.


Once upon a time there was, a suitor brave and fair,
who stole the lady's heart with just his knightly air.
He promised her one day to come and take her far away
so now she sits within her room waiting day by day.


Her golden hair and kindly smile as caused a few to start,
quoting poems and singing verse while pleading for her heart.
But with a smile and a nod she gives not one a care,
as they gaze into her window and simply stand and stare.


Her long lost knight has gone crusading and someday he will be,
within her arms no more to roam across the restless sea.
Until then she will remain simple, pure and quaint,
she is a pearl so rare; the lady is a saint.