'The best diversion of woman..and of the princess'
What is it....this love that I beget?
this one I have found here in this new place and met..
even the ornamented horse bent to bow on one knee
this must be the dream my eyes thought to see..
the princess be found in such unlikely guise
she set away, baffle, the wicked, the wise...
only the most stalwart would merit her heart
to sample her pastry, to ride on her cart...
a prince in his own right, right from the start..
She walks like me, She talks like me....we are not the same? (awareness/cognitive conclusion)
She is not from here, Sir...
of the first God she is an formation,
like murr...
her commission: to belay me..
from looking upon the face
of the God,
she betray me..
but the princess be true
she reveal things of man
a woman never could do..
and held in her fold, if one be so bold,
the firmament city called Heaven..
I'm told.
-Albert George
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