Try to smite me.
Bite what I seek and try to fight me.
But if you must progress to get no where near success.
Continue on with fail.
For I'm blessed.
With a bright fist and Arther's sword.
With one attack I defeat all with one blow, take all hits, have life restored. How?
I hold on me a holy grail, a mighty sheath.
And drink the blood of the lord.
Not god's son, my beloved one.
The only fight, I fought with all my strength.
Gave it all I had, every inch of length.
Yet Cannot resist to no measure, cannot defeat the pleasure,
from those that I love and the one that I forever treasure.
It is a winter world with a winter queen, I'm hated for being loved and loved for getting hated.
Forever so bothersome hate and jealousy, but it is a fate.
I shall accept with no regret love's brother and love's daughter .
For try so hard as it must, to make rust to my fist.
My beloved will belittle all efforts with so much as a sweet kiss.
Every fight fought with love is the simplest of wins.
Love makes a pawn a king, delinquent a saint, and a sword a pen.
Love makes me see tomorrow as today and yesterday as a present.
Love is living with high spirits, and shared by two souls.
