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A love poem about a beautiful princess. |
| I watch her parade through the streets. She is surrounded by people, yet she is lonely. She is adored by everyone, yet loved by no-one. Not that she knows of. For I love her, more than I could anyone. But why would she notice me, a peasant. While she is so amazing, a present, from God, who created her so stunning. Her every move is like a Russian Ballet, her laugh like a glass of wine. Every time she looks my way, it sends a shiver down my spine. Her hair is like gold, her lips like Cupid's arrow. Her eyes shine like forget-me-not's they sparkle and glow. She is the only girl I've ever known, Who's eyes twinkle so beautifully. She is the princess of my country, but also of my world. And I vow that one day in the future, Her Majesty will be my girl. |