RARE LOVE

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