Bless my queen, for her, the king has now saved
While shining bright like the biggest star of morn
With her dear delight has the king well served
And I will under sun, sky brag I've borne
A princess upon who all my allies' sons shall
Bow and praise beauty their wives admire
Or a prince, who will treads, feet or all
Shall save, spit, and date my foes hoes like fire
And if twins come, desire be those lover's pair
But eye and another too crystals define
For a fall on a queen is one, then fortune's fair
That God above blesses, king and queen, fine
And say I, through tales of love I tell the future
Of you, love, whose love's a sweeter culture
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