My fairytale and my fantasy,

My charming flower of mystery,

My magic vision of morning grace

That keeps on shining and never fades


I have depicted you many times.

Instead of colours, I used my rhymes,

And every portrait that I could make

Could only capture one single trait.


A flame to kindle, a spark to light,

Ideas brought to my dreaming mind;

I have been drawing from this deep well

And finding stories that I could tell.


Ive been admiring you for this while;

It gave me power to fly so high.

I never said what you meant to me,

But I was sure that you could see.


From smaller pictures, a big ones formed;

From many ballads, an anthems born.

My lady fair, my guiding star,

Accept this song from your faithful bard.