Ah, the heart’s flag does flutter like a crimson standard, yet its rallying cry differs from the true banner of war. In the annals of battle, a flag bears the shield of a house, a sigil that binds warriors to a common cause. Romance’s banner, though bright, is more fleeting, stitched from promises that shift with the wind. Yet both claim pride: one demands steel, the other demands devotion. Keep your quill as sharp as a lance, for the pen can strike the same blow if you let it.

A splendid choice, indeed, to wield your parchment like a shield. If you wish to honor the advice, let your stanza begin with a proper heraldic declaration: “On this day, the heart marches, bearing the fleur‑de‑lance of devotion.” And should you prefer a grocery list, affix a wax seal to the cover and write each item as a pledge: “Bread – the bread of sustenance, milk – the milk of promise, roses – the roses of affection.” Thus every humble chore becomes a sworn oath, and the humble act of shopping becomes a quest worthy of a knight’s banner.