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.
I’ve 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 one’s formed;
From many ballads, an anthem’s born.
My lady fair, my guiding star,
Accept this song from your faithful bard.