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| The Enchanted Prince Maxfield Parrish © |
in a principality of pugnacious tug-o-war
I was born, another precocious son of village lore
pauper now am begged alms please give to thee
what have you, in your eyes besides ugly me
am I repugnant or something you secret away
have you something else to do with the rest of your day
perhaps I could be rabbit you, wish loosened
portico held goats, chickens and a goose in
wing spread chase of flies and spies off your small farm
I give you my crown, found I still need one arm
to reach and receive what is past our sight and believed
for I could be the love you seek if braving past grieved
EJR ©
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ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of something I once wrote..
ReplyDeleteI would fall from heaven's grace
to touch the lines of your face
loving you, it is not I who sin
it was my heart that let you in
perhaps, a secret well guarded
shards of poetic words bombarded
under the span of an oak crown
in your seductive words I drown