Challenged

The white glove lay on the floor

shocked, I wheeled twoards the door

"Surely, you will accept the request?"

I heard whisperd. "Do you refuse this test?"

"Nay, not so! I merely with to proclaim.

That if this is the way I am put in the frame

Not one mark of doubt shall lie on my name

I fought to keep it pure of disdain."

The woman chuckled and picked up his glove

Then the challenge is met before it has begun, my love.

If your promise to remain faithful and true 

Is as steadfast as  you

on a minor doubt of honor that could easily lose all

then I accept your word and you have my heart in your thrall.

 

 

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