I’m leaving,
I shall go forth to conquered and barren lands,
To find an object to perfectly mirror your beauty,
Alas I have only seen one thing worthy of that comparison,
The Moon on It’s perfect monthly night,
I cannot capture nor give that to her, for I am just a man.
It’s the only thing with comparable beauty to my Princess,
And If I could, I would present her with such a gift just for her,
My heart being the second gift to offer.
