Maiden

Fair maiden she
Who fancied me
To keep her young and well reserved 
Thirty scars over thirty years

I remember this woman
Wearing rags for robes
Who stayed in doors
While she left the outside closed 

Fair maiden she
The world much thought her father 
Who never knew of
Her gentleman callers 

Of me she never once spake 
But she fancied me
For her beauty was at stake 
But She's only been captured in a dream