Don Quixote battled windmills for the lovely Dulcinea;Knights of old, for ladies fair, those flaming dragons pierced.
Other tales of such heroics make us blush or swoon,
we ladies who respond dramatic'ly with many sighs or tears.
You killed, instead, a smoke detector chirping very loudly
so your lady love might sleep in peace,
curled in the bed beside you.
I think (correctly) that such actions quantify your love
as something grandly fierce.
Opinion, yes, but true.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2017
A friend told me that this actually happened to her one night in a motel some years ago, and it struck me as rather lordly of her fellow.
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