She's a warrior,
As beautiful as she is.
Long locks lovely like the color of a raven,
And eyes that make my heart race.
She is a warrior,
as I am in the eyes of many.
I know her love,
Her pure sweet love
Is for him only,
I envy the way he loves her,
That he gets the woman I love.
Snow flicks threw her hair like a goddess,
Her lips calling for a kiss,
For a love that is not me.
He watches her,
As do I.
If I stayed here,
On this lowly earth with all the wars,
She would still be his,
Arthur's, never me.
She is a warrior.