I am hardly well-learned in courtliness
Yet too often I doubt my manliness.
I scarcely walk beneath the gay banners
Like greater men; I practice poor manners.
As such, women are often beyond my
Grasp; it does not matter how hard I try
To win them with honest, chivalrous words.
I might as well throw dice with careless birds!
Yet still, I put strain and too much effort
Into love, not realizing who I hurt.
Now it seems as though I am lacking, too,
In even the proper allegiances; you
Rigidly decline speaking back to me.
Did I err somewhere, but somehow not see?
Many times is there no allegation
And I am stricken, to my frustration.
I now ask of you some explanation
As begging fails in manifestation
Of my crudely composed, weak bantering.
What misery have I now come to bring?
Between us lies an extensive ocean,
And thus it is hard to make some motion
To securely remedy this situation.
I am a fellow of humble station.
If I could traverse such great distances
I could better cope with these instances.
Alas, there is no boat beneath my feet
Or magic herb that I may simply eat
And carry me great distances to you.
My problem seems a most terrible brew!
Money is easily withdrawn from hands
That live shyly in these wealthier lands.
Some use money to cure their affliction.
For me, such a notion remains fiction.
I do not wish to insult your grace,
But from a higher seat I could erase
More easily my unknown offense
And perhaps buy some greater sense
To fast-restrain my less impressive thoughts.
I grew where the bastard pard proudly trots.
Too many apologies have I given
And now few more of such can I siphon
From the depths of my heart; I am too weak.
No more of my heart will I leave to leak
Without cause; simply describe your distaste
And I will fight to correct it in haste.
To you, I will grant truest apology.
I know it is due; I lack analogy
To surmise my discomfort with silence
On your kind part; my very heart you mince!
Never have you degraded me, kind swan.
I would not object to playing some pawn
In whatever game you would wish to play.
I feel only you can brighten my day.
Viewing your stately image and eyes now
Pains me, for I am beneath the harsh plow
Of Misery, and only you can save me.
Fancy a man asking such a frilly
Request of a woman who is so fair
And deserves speech of a more manly air!