By Damien Knight

Is your will weak? Do you desire him so?
Your heart unwilling to accept?
Or maybe I am the deluded one, with sorrow.
I admit my dreams won’t let me forget.

Do you wish, deep down to say something?
I won’t reply, that I tell myself
After all I am not your king
But I know, you’re like no one else

Your ebony hair does it match her?
Are your eyes a shade of cinnamon?
rose lips a pink to leave me unsure?
Is your face hers? My heart unforgiven.

It does not matter what we wish, princess
The desire for her is why my heart persists

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