DWARD VIII and
hat strange allure dost thou possess
Behind thy face of stone
Which deftly snares a monarch's heart
And lures him from his throne?
Thy charms were oft denied by some
Who heard tradition's voice,
Yet in his heart true love prevailed
And thus removed his choice.
"God and Country,"
Together forced to roam
And dwell in castles far away
To make thyselves a home.
In difference to naysayers' gloom,
Or false accountings penned,
He lived and died in thy embrace
And loved you 'till the end.