Many suitors claim her hand
But she seeks not a wealthy husband
She lives her life to do ultimate justice
When her own father usurped a throne through malice
She only aspires that the ring and rood
Are placed where they belong – to the good
She does not deign to her father’s postures
Her equanimity and calling are her composure
She will keep fighting against all odds
That the wheel of fortune steamrolls the frauds
In her nobility and wisdom she will find
That the chosen one will never be left behind
how lovely , really resonated with me
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