Her Chosen One 

There isn’t a ring upon 

Her finger 

Because she wears my 

Collar upon

Her caboose my name 

Is written 

By day she cooks and

Cleans by 

Night her fingers draw

My bath 

Makes me forget all my

Troubles  

Tween the fresh sheets 

Of our bed

By day I am her knight 

In shinning 

Armor who slays many 

A dragon

Who provides her with

Comforts a 

Plenty by night I am her

Master proud 

To be her chosen consort 

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