A prize beyond price, reached for by all, but to be caught by only one!
What wonder do I see this night?
Is this phantom real I do see?
Revealing in the pale moonlight;
It is most real definitely,
Diaphanous as sheerest silk,
This image of such rare beauty;
Her skin as white as purest milk,
She is the rarest prize of all,
Moving loves to fight windmill’s tilt;
For you her heart and soul to win,
You must surpass all other men.
PTR September 19, 2012
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