Oft I've read those charming fairy-tales
of courtships and candor, romanticized portrayals.
And though my fault is in my fall,
dare you call me a fantast enthralled.
Now I've left some things behind
because I seek a finer find.
Some hold I've fashioned too fixed a mold,
but dare they say true bliss is sold.
At times I feel I've met the last,
hence I think of him two months past.
Oft I'll see him in a crowd of faces,
dare you say my desires are traceless.
But perhaps my truth does not forge
from persuasive lips nor an exotic gorge.
Weaving our words and testing the water,
friction in the wires with a faceless stranger.
And dare they say chivalry is dead,
And dare they say chivalry is dead,
when I see how quickly they have wed,
it's the quest for true love they truly dread.
And dare they say chivalry is dead,
And dare they say chivalry is dead,
when I see how quickly they have wed,
it's the quest for true love they truly dread.
