His hair fluttered in the wind,
Falling in ringlets onto strong shoulders,
Pale skin glimmered under the sun.
He locked his gaze with hers
Just for a second,
When the white stallion
Carried him past the cheering crowd.
For a fortnight she had waited
For this blissful second to come,
In which she forgot her dismal peasant life.
Many a year she had loved her knight –
Hers – just for one second