A Lady & Her Knight

Now there is no nobler cause to be had
than that betwixt a lady and her knight.
At daybreak he emerges iron-clad,
And rides to fend for honor in-the-fight.

She leaves a kiss upon his lips for joy.
The threat of death does not bewilder him,
Yet, think him not some improper playboy,
For his battle is all too often grim.

…And what of chansons, songs upon the lute?
What tales of love hath the Trabadour told?
The valor of a soldier brings repute.
His gallantry to win her heart is bold.

When I muse on things that ought to be done,
Nothing compares under the blazing sun.