Lady Clara

by MiC Lee-Price

My Lady Clara,

My Love for you is TRUE.

I am but a humble man,

Who wants to marry you.
 

Who wants to marry you.

 

More Men of Noble Birth,

Seek you as their prize.

They fight to win your hand,

To take you as their bride.
 
 
To take you as their bride.

 

No Realm do I possess,

No Wealth to offer you.

Here I do confess -

That I do love you TRUE.
 
 
That I do love you TRUE.

 

 

 

 

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O' Goddess of my dreams,

I am haunted by your eyes.

Your smile is supreme,

It causes me to sigh.
 
 
It causes me to sigh.

 

My Lady Clara,

Your are the Deities' work of art.

I pledge my ALL to you;

My Love, My Soul, My Heart.
   

My Love, My Soul, My Heart.

 

My Lady Clara,

I also pledge my life.

If you but favor me,

Become my darling wife.
 
 
Become my darling wife.

 

My Lady Clara,

My Love for you is TRUE.

I am but a humble man,

Who wants to marry you.
 
 

Who wants to marry you.

 

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