My heart gains a beat; each time I see your face;
but I cannot look upon it longingly; to my despair.
Of nobility’s blood; to dream this dream is disgrace.
Iwish it be not so; having to deny my love unfair.
Kind eyes; I can only pretend not to see them staring;
sweetest smile I dare not return; for fear I be caught.
If only I could in your arms be; without other’s caring;
Denounce my royal bloodline; and declare it naught.
I have loved you since I was but a child; and you a boy;
your brown hair and dimpled chin; and enchanting eyes.
To steal but a moment with you; would bring great joy;
But dictations of my status; would bring but thy demise.
I will no doubt be soon to wed; to one I do not know;
sacrifice my heart’s desire; for kingdom’s better good.
Though I must deny my pain; I will love you even so;
if I were not of noble blood; accept thy love I would.
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