For the one named Rosa, who I love deeply.
Over the setting moon
Silence is deadly, thus I speak
All words before first noon
'Tis the morn and the sun is bright
My peasant eyes have seen
A beauty most rare, the lovely lady
Dressed in black and green
Royalty so far from thee
Common folk like me could wish
Fate to come and intervene
Then live a life; simple and clean
King has spoken, his voice a token
Invites the public to see
A play tonight at half past five
I to attend and the lady to arrive
The night of debut
The courtyard as packed as a ring
The curtains pull back; a voice would attack
The lady had started to sing
With doubt in mind, I stepped on stage
The king now in a furious rage
All I could do is stand and stare
At the radiant angel; so formal and fair
That night was a step indeed
Into a wonderful life
Filled with devotion and promise
Months later, I made this lady my wife
Thus ends my lucky tale
Results are so easy to see
When a peasant of luck
Finds abundance has struck
His dreams are now finally free
Poetry by Coolaaron88
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Written on 2006-10-21 at 07:18
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Letter Of FairyTale
Radiant like the sun that risesOver the setting moon
Silence is deadly, thus I speak
All words before first noon
'Tis the morn and the sun is bright
My peasant eyes have seen
A beauty most rare, the lovely lady
Dressed in black and green
Royalty so far from thee
Common folk like me could wish
Fate to come and intervene
Then live a life; simple and clean
King has spoken, his voice a token
Invites the public to see
A play tonight at half past five
I to attend and the lady to arrive
The night of debut
The courtyard as packed as a ring
The curtains pull back; a voice would attack
The lady had started to sing
With doubt in mind, I stepped on stage
The king now in a furious rage
All I could do is stand and stare
At the radiant angel; so formal and fair
That night was a step indeed
Into a wonderful life
Filled with devotion and promise
Months later, I made this lady my wife
Thus ends my lucky tale
Results are so easy to see
When a peasant of luck
Finds abundance has struck
His dreams are now finally free
Poetry by Coolaaron88
Read 855 times
Written on 2006-10-21 at 07:18
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