He came, only conquest in his mind,
To win a trophy, who’s design refined
He sighted carefully on the fiery heights
Laid in supplies enough for several nights
Made his plans to avoid the guards
Anticipation growing hot in his innards
The fateful day dawned warm and clear
The object of his desire very near
First he climbed the Mounts of Sheba
Then descended the valley of allure
Continued his conquest brave and sure
The shaking began at the valleys peak
His approach neither unsure or weak
Holding firm to his hearts desire
He set the nether mound of love on fire
Rolling joyously with the heaving mound
Valiantly, he dared much, but held his ground
The long limbs at each side tossed and turned
He neared the treasure for which he yearned
The maiden of the misty dream he hoped
Vision of the summit toward which he groped
He drew his sword ready for his victory
Plunging deeply pursuing his personal glory
The brightness of her smile proved his joy
Grander than his meager climbs as a boy
Deeply and completely he delved for the prize
Saw the perfect success in her shining eyes
Would he ever scale the fiery heights again
Yes, it is the destiny of all great men
To search for treasure in a woman’s arms
Falling victim to her endless magic charms.