The Maiden and the Ranger

The maiden's fair with hair of red, her eyes as pure as gold.
How sweet her lips how soft her skin.
Her manor truly bold
The ranger is a kindly man, his honor held so high.
A band of gold upon his hand and yet he yearns to try.

The maiden and the ranger
Two hearts as strong as steel
But one has fire burning hot
The other fights to shield.

The maiden bats her eyes at him his courage melts away.
Her every wish becomes a whim; Oh how that maiden plays

The maiden, beauty beyond all words; her soul so full of life.
As free as wind, as sweet as wine, her spell sharp as a knife.

The ranger smells her rose so sweet
Her spell enshrouds his oath.
He loves his mate and duty calls but yet he wants them both.
The ranger strong and silent he
No man can stand against;
His sword in hand will carry him
Unless a woman be

And so walk, her arm in his
While others stop and stare.
'How lucky'
'What splendid bliss'
'Tis a grand day at the fair!
But honor true is strong and still
And though the maiden tries,
He resists her spell with all his will
And after wonders why?

Scott Block 9-96