In the Spanish court a man was destined to wed,
But took little interest and from all options fled.
To prince Javier was presented women of all type-
From the grandest of families, the daughters could he swipe.
Whether tall or petite, sophisticated or drab,
Javier’s heart, none’s charms could quite grab.
One evening alone, the prince began to reflect,
Pondering if ever someone his heart would elect.
Then a thought occurred, one that would be his downfall, his snare –
“Why, it’s simply that none can to myself compare!”.
Feeling assured that all women must lack,
Javier set forth on a questionable track.
He understood well his marriage overdue,
With the kingdom’s young girls all waiting in queue.
Merrily pouring another swill of ale,
Exclaims aloud “I’ll have another like myself- this time female!
With an adventurous spirit and heart equally pure,
To achieve self-replication shall be my only cure!”
Donning his cloak, into the dark streets descended,
To find whatever wizards come most recommended.
Some days in his search, Javier met a little surprise,
That magicians refused his coin, some shielding their eyes.
Knowing that genius is often misunderstood,
Steadfast his resolve, to find one that could.
Still, he found himself shunned from every spellcaster’s haunt,
Word of his desires spread quickly, as wizard news is wont.
Just when the prince of Spain began to despair,
A figure appeared before him- as if out of the air.
“To my ears has word of your grand scheme reached,
Those fools behind grimoires, your vision fails to be breached.
But I, the wizard Juan, serve the goddess of love.
The heart can request what the mind never think of.
Your request but a trifle, if she chooses to bless.
(Venus has done far more for others far less).
Turning maid into man and statue to life,
No doubt can she procure yourself as your wife!”
Javier brightened to meet such a man of understanding,
Assuring him of reward, as if in service to a king.
“I am a man well acquainted with loss,
But content in my humble living, however dross.
My mistress however can ask quite a fee,
In order to test if a mere whim on the flee”
Of love and of wisdom, Javier thought she must represent,
And to her was willing to bestow unmatched present.
The wedding arrived, but Javier out of his wits.
His betrothed from the heavens gave him nothing but fits!
“That fiend of a magi has performed a most horrid deed,
Of likeness to myself I seemed guaranteed.
The woman I’m to wed is both haughty and foul,
Upon catching her site, I’m reduced to a scowl.
Half my fortune I sacrificed only to obtain,
”Till death do we part’, my destruction, my chain.”
Advanced down the isle, the crowd to perplex,
“Has sorcery been cast? Some wicked form of hex?”
Confused, the assembly were all striving to tell,
Which one was the prince and which was his belle.