A Poem

I see you there up in that tower,
Where your beauty calls to me like a lonely flower.
I will fight for you, if only you'd ask.
if only for you to take off your mask.
For you I would slay a thousand men,
for you I would assault the lions den.
All for just a single chance,
all for a single glance.
I would charge into the enemies shields,
for your love I would not yield.
I would scour the land for a single dove,
if I thought it would help you my love.
But you want no part of me,
and so I rot here in my misery.