Fair of face, strong of mind,
Steady of heart.
His heart is his darling’s, and
His kindness is a balm to the old women,
His slender body, a delight to the young girls.
Gold his hair as sun shaft through storm clouds,
as sunlight dancing on water,
as light dappling the waves.
Blue his eyes as the sea beyond the ninth wave,
Clear as the cold mountain lakes,
Blue as the summer sky in their clear waters.
Quick his wit as a rabbit through heather,
Sharp as the frost on steel
Easy and ready his laughter,
A pleasure to others is his wit.
Not all that glitters is my hero,
But my hero is all that shines.