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Dear Lady, I've spoke of This Sailor, the man

Whose face you see in your dreams.

But tonight your eyes shall be filled with his

And you arms, they too, it seems.



For he travels the land in fifteen minutes

To bring the sacred key

That opens for the door of your golden castle

To fulfill dreams of he and thee.



The ringing you hear tonight shall not

Be of the bell before

That comforted you of your knight’s sweet call

But that of your Golden front door!



Prepare your heart for the skip of a beat

Or the burst from ecstatic joy

In any event begin with a hug

Not a word shall be employed.



For the magic of meeting, a pair's first glance,

Never should be broken

By a meaningless word or trivial ",

But held with the hearts nearly touching.



So look for the This Sailor later today

As he rides up to see his maiden,

For his heart is sincere, and he is on his way

And I, just a serf, joy for you two I am wishing.