I am in love with a great Knight,
A truly splendid, handsome sight,
Crimson physique adored by all,
But not what made my heart enthrall.
Obsessed, I am, with his pure soul.
A wholly path, with but one goal:
An endless quest for knowledge true,
Reveal a hidden world to you.
Sitting still at the Round Table,
Is it sturdy? Is it stable?
Toothed wheels turn, silent, unhampered:
Is it fastened? Is it chamfered?
Is it finished? Painted? Or stained?
Crafted for one? For all maintained?
His wicked thoughts do him ensnare,
Can it endure what it must bear?
Constant patterns, fingers alive,
My heartbeats four, caress his five.
A polyrhythmic dance we share,
Two moves forward, right step with flair.
One brisk leap left, then two steps back,
We glide across a single track.
Gringolet jumps every hurdle,
To match his riders grand green girdle.
Perfectly flawed, perfectly mine,
Chivalric checkmate, so divine,
Love him in ways I can’t explain,
He’s Arthurian legend, sir—
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