"A Princess Beyond The Pasture"
Her sight alone is elegant yet, I spare to displace it
Portraying her physical exterior? She'll aware you to forsake it
Cause her words comprise intellect, more or less indisputable
Abandon sensation that you will feel in your fingertips' cuticles
Draws out my spirit as being haunted & in grasp of a banshee
Reaching out with visible hands, anonymous facial... who is she?
The one I address as my highness, I title as sire
Sway her emotions as leaves in the wind, only I she attires
Little she acknowledges I Foresight her past fornication
Assuming me receiving her hand in matrimony is a vault temptation
Still the Princess strays the meadow with a silhoutted mind...
Boys & Men in legion she trialed faltered, only I am her complier
Basking in her presence, I prospect she sings in an angels choir
Withdrew in moments of clarity, when I question out the reason?
I position an Old English trial, beheaded for treason
I am her inevitable companion either end of the sentence is
Grateful she permits me to raise my head in impenitence
Message my lips to her hand, my honor for her is captured
The Queen of kingdom until then, A Princess Beyond The Pasture
This is my first written poem EVER so I hope it entertained you guys'. Trust me, I'll have more to post once I get the edge of this to perfection.
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