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Royal Solicitations
Hair of glorious sunshine, long and fair,
outstreched mind doth stop and stare
at the grace of an angel in every stride,
time cannot heal fallen pride
but to beholder the eye, one must stand.
To face a smile turns tears to sand
to listen helps silence a bear,
to speak words not to be spoken if I dare.
lost in a glance time treads back
rare to see beauty walk on this old beaten track,
shine bright as the light her words are sweet
who knows to what is spoken could ever defeat
blackheart and cold time would melt
for dreams of soft touch to be never felt,
spoken true from the lips to harkened ear
listen well hold tight and kept dear.
Rare as a gem of fallen snow
carried horseless on the soft wind blow.
If nothing else these words will show
that a time and a place will I always seek
coarse hair to be lay next to soft cheek.
How does one to a princess truly speak?
