Here comes his majesty the King
in all his glory
arrayed in shades of purple and wine red
surrounded by loyal followers
and maidens fair
yet he pauses in front of me
and bids me follow.
'Surely not I, your highness' I say.
'Yes, you.'
'I am not worthy.'
'Why not?'
'I...well...look at me, sire.
My careworn face and battleworn body
leave much to be desired by a man...
much that is beyond repair, I'm afraid.
In the end you would only despise me and
banish me from your kingdom. Then, where would
I go after I have given up all for thee?'
The King answered:
'I do not see thine imperfections, milady;
for I know thou art of noble blood and noble
character; profound loyalty and compassion adorn
thee as the fairest of the fair; and I will honor
thee before the multitudes so that all may know
that the King favors thee.'
And she walked with him in love forevermore.