she is a princess beautiful, from the land of rocks and sand

you a warrior great, brave blood that knows how to win

i am your torch bearer, a man second and always behind

incomplete in destiny and body, never to get the title of your queen

history shall remember her as your wedded wife

the one wrapped in society's limitations

whereas if they crane their neck a little, stare a little longer

behind your throne shall they find me

dressed in your own robes, scented in your fragrance

your wedded soul, the partner for life.