i would hold her hand scandalously in public

she sharpened her blade and i blushed

the way she drinks ale is frankly obscene

i fear no dragon but i fear tall women

her hands be strong. i am unwell.

i gazed too long and now must marry her

alas, i am once again thinking of women

she braided her hair and i lost all reason

my lute sings of women i shall never touch (tragic)

sappho herself would nod approvingly at this yearning

i would abandon mine quest for her ankles

i am but a humble bard yet lesbians flock unto me (i am lying)

she called me “fair bard” and i near fainted

her laugh alone could end this war

i saw her shoulders. i am changed.

i flirted with a maiden and forgot mine own name

god made women soft so i may perish comfortably