Unassuming Pariah
Want of a princess but not of me
South of ill-proclaimed royalty
A prince in nature, heart, and mind
Blue glass learned between the lines
Glides to the stables cape awhirl
Who knows he’s meant to be my world
All for one or rather two
A cage for the dance that ensues
I’m reluctant beckon a smile
A glance to perfection’s profile
He’s aware tears gone by
Humor of a kind is dry
Golden flax adorns his brow
And glints in my eyes when I bend to bow
I was taken from my place
And from my despair came his face
But a curse unfair welded to my being
And kept that prince from vision seeing
So slowly this torture wrings itself out
‘Till the last of my days and eternal doubt
Fixated on one but not another
By his side derived of armor
So much more I wish to be
But mannerisms distant to airy
This is my final request
Just a one to him addressed
Until he knows what I’ve been through
It remains unrequited this, “I love you”
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