He remembered her pretty eyes,
& the way she looked at him,
she burned sweetness
into his valiant heart,
so smitten was he.

So demure was her demeanor,
she hid in the shadows,
so wanton was their meaning,
& he was taken with just one stroke.

Choking on his own folly
& with his heart wounded,
he remembered
to get the ***** in his armor
fixed for the next round.