Classic Poem

I loathe them, I loathe them,
I loathe great mansions high above,
Slaves and farms, silken gowns,
silken skirts, violet silk jackets,
knives of amber, braided hair, and
precious mineral dyes are all,
all but the stuff of dreams!
He for whom I wish is a true gallant
upon a white steed with a golden whip,
of great height and fair of face,
a scholar, an orator,
a singer, a dancer,
an archer, a chess master, and,
what's more, a gentle lover.