Kind Sirs, lovely Ladies, this tale you'll enjoy;
of the way love once started between maid and boy.
It began on an evening where feasting was done.
Here our lovers encountered and this tale has begun.

As the lad looked around him with wandering eyes,
he beheld there a lady, her look like the skies.
As the sun seemed to bless her with flames in her gaze,
't was this wonderful vision that filled him with praise.

His mouth longed to speak of the fire in his soul
to this beautiful maiden of virtues untold.
But before he could utter the words on his mind
she had gone away, vanished, and left him behind.

As he caught himself staring, his eyes open wide,
gazing down at the place where she fled from his sight,
he decided to seek her, a quest for his love.
So he gathered his valour and soon he set off.

For a day and a full night he rode and he sought,
asking all he encountered where his love was brought.
By the trail that they showed him he wandered along,
't was her image that led him and kept his love strong.

Kind Sirs, lovely Ladies, our tale is at end.
Did they spend their lives loving, or is their love spent'
Love is found by the seeker and wants to be sought.
May the Lord guard your pathways as you seek what He's stored.