The Look

There’s something in the look she gives
That takes me to a place that lives
Beyond the mortal bonds of earth
That hold a man below his worth.

A look that lets me spread my wings
and fly out beyond Saturn’s rings,
Where stars eternal brighten night
And I can be what e’er I might.

A knight astride an armored horse
With lance held steadily on course,
determined to defend her name
And bring swift justice to her claim.

My hand on Pegasus’ white mane
soaring o’er the golden plain,
Where mortals only hope to be
And gods alone can frolic free.

Perhaps a pirate on a clipper ship
Setting sail on a treasure trip
To lands wherever the wind brings,
When halyards hum adventure sings.

With a courteous cavalier like me
No distressed damsel will ever be
Left to fend when villains vie,
One flash of steel and they would fly.

The look that grants exalted life
Makes a king’s trumpet of a peasant’s fife,
Its magic turns an ordinary clyde
To a prince who loves his princess bride.

There’s something in the look she gives
That takes me to a place that lives
Beyond the mortal bonds of earth
That hold a man below his worth.