You have been a constant, the charming warrior

championing a truth few want to see.

You have been at my side fair lady, causing a stir

in a heavenly pursuit which holds my heart in chains, locked with no key.

My dearest reason for living with nothing of monetary value,

for the price I paid in understanding your form, your beauty

in debt and indebted, in truth I have taken from you on cue

and the life I have led reflecting the sweet taste of irony.