Fealty with love, so swears my king
On monarch's sword and prince's ring.
I make my pledge: to give my all,
To go to war when I am called
And stand with him, unwavering.
What coin is this, this fleeting thing
Of which the bards and poets sing?
Is it enough to repay all
Fealty with love?
Yet love has power, enough to bring
The rich to aid the suffering,
Give life to art, make cities fall,
Turn cowards brave and meek men tall.
A worthy trade, then, honoring
Fealty with love.