Coup de Grace'

To One Most Dear
And Princely Man...

The lady may not partake
Of such sweet course
And interface
She requests kind Sir
Please...extend your grace.

To such expressed in innocence
Forgive her passions swell
For there came a tempest in her heart
That she could not foretell.

Be as it may
And to this end
In such a daunting place
Silently she'll take her leave
Though never to forget the face
Of one bestowed
With sweet regard
And tender sadness interlaced
For to love you best my princely man
In the purest sense
Would bring you no disgrace.