I’ll take those odds, at one googol to one
Never have I allowed life to say, “No!”
Nor feared the hopeless Quixotic quest though
The arms of those windmills strike me down stunn’d
For from my back I will arise to fight
My eyes have seen she who awaits for me
So, death’s sweeping sickle drowns not her plea
Deliverance into my arms this night.
Call me a fool, slightly addled in brain
You know not her sweetness, worth all the cost
I will pursue though this moment seems lost
As I fight for her love, my shirt blood-stain’d
I, standing beside her, shall claim my bride
My eyes moist with tears, my soul fill’d with pride
© 2017 david w palmer
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