“The Pilgrim Queen(A Song)There sat a Lady all on the ground,Rays of the morning circled her round,Save thee, and hail to thee, Gracious and Fair,In the chill twilight what wouldst thou there?'Here I sit desolate,' sweetly said she,'Though I'm a queen, and my name is Marie:Robbers have rifled my garden and store,Foes they have stolen my heir from my bower. 'They said they could keep Him far better than I,In a palace all His, planted deep and raised high.'Twas a palace of ice, hard and cold as were they,And when summer came, it all melted away.'Next would they barter Him, Him the Supreme,For the spice of the desert, and gold of the stream;And me they bid wander in weeds and alone,In this green merry land which once was my own.'I look'd on that Lady, and out from her eyesCame the deep glowing blue of Italy's skies; And she raised up her head and she smiled, as a QueenOn the day of her crowning, so bland and serene.'A moment,' she said, 'and the dead shall revive;The giants are failing, the Saints are alive;I am coming to rescue my home and my reign,And Peter and Philip are close in my train.”

“She raised her head again. "Aren't you supposed to come over all manly man and forbid the little lady from taking such risks with her fragile self?" "I like my balls right where they are," he said, and she laughed and put her head back down on his chest.Kate Shugak to Jim Chopin Though Not Dead”

“She reached up to place her fingertips to his lips as she stared up at him with a warm, tender expression. "I wish you had come home to me so that I could have helped you."He pulled the cloth away from her face and stared at her for a hard second. "Had I known what was waiting for me, my lady, I would have."-Christian and Adara”

“She was my dream. She made me who I am, and holding her in my arms was more natural to me than my own heartbeat. I think about her all the time. Even now, when I'm sitting here, I think about her. There could never have been another.”

“What was she like?"I tell the truth."She was my dream. She made me who I am, and holding her in my arms was more natural to me than my own heartbeat. I think about her all the time. Even now, when I'm sitting here, I think about her. There could never be another.”

“He said, and his voice was strained as if he had had a mortal wound, 'Gwenhwyfar-' He so seldom spoke her formal name, it was always my lady or my queen, or when he spoke to her in play it was always Gwen. When he spoke it now, it seemed to her she had never heard a sweeter sound. 'Gwenhwyfar. Why do you weep?'Now she must lie, and lie well, because, she could not in honor tell him the truth. She said, 'Because-' and stopped, and then, in a choking voice, she said, 'because I do not know how I shall live if you go away.”