Archive of Our Own

The best things in life are fought for,

Taken courageously with hits and blows,

Though for you my love, my heart, my core,

I’ll seduce you with fanciful prose.

I won’t be climbing any trellises,

Trespassing through windows is not my forte,

I know the poems I write are often misses,

But hopefully my best words will make you stay.

It’s not that you don’t deserve a world war,

You deserve chariots and soldiers and victories galore,

I just find that this body is not up to par,

So you won’t see me sailing along a great shore.

My parents call me weak for not slaying a dragon,

A princess you are, but a knight I am not,

So forgive for not jumping on the bandwagon,

I’ve accepted my calling, I’ve accepted my lot.

So see, here I am, great beauty on my lips,

You’re one in a lifetime, a priceless little gem,

For you, my heart’s beat will always skip,

So do me the honour, of being my love, before all of these men.