I wish that I were French and d’Artgnan
With my silver blade, and agile Spirit
I’d conquer any in the Dominion
Who should try to capture you, my Dearest
By my pointed, trusty Epee in Sway
By my acrobatic, Twists and Turning
I would fight all Traitors, Thieves, Courtiers,
While’st I fight the Court, my Heart still yearning
For you, Anne d’Autriche, in red royal Robes
For me, your faithful Servant, I remain.
I tip my feather’d Cap and I bow low
To your Beauty and never ending Reign.
I put my Sword in Sheath, I kiss your Hand
Realize, my Sword is at your Command.