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The Servant's Love

Poetry By: Ava Rosien

Not born of nobility; a man yearns for a love that cannot be recipercated.

Submitted:Jan 26, 2013    Reads: 26    Comments: 8    Likes: 6   

I hope but for a glimmer of recognition;

no more than that; all my heart would ask.

Pleads my soul; a most respectful petition;

a moment's gaze to sooth my ache at last.


be consumed in thy lovely emerald eyes;

you do not know the power that you hold.

You make my heart tell a thousand lies;

how you might love me; it speaks so bold.


Tresses of golden strands; and lips like dew;

cheeks blushed with rose; thy nature meek.

I have longed my life away; for love of you.

worth the years spent; just to hear you speak.


By class I am unworthy to ask such grand favor;

not a noble born; wishes for love are in vain.

for one quick smile; I would forever savor;

be content to live out my life in love lorn pain.


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