The Sorrowful Kidnapper

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A prince is disappointed by the reaction he recieves after kidnapping the woman he wishes to to love ,and be loved by.

Submitted: May 11, 2010

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He walked closer,

tossed me over his shoulder,

carrying me across,

the deep sea of clover.

 

Then into a forest,

he carried me far.

Oblivious to the horror,

that filled my cold heart.

 

Here we  are my sweet,

he set me down near a tree.

Here shalt thou lay,

til thou shouldst say

thou lovest me.

 

To him I said

My cold heart will never change.

The more time,

the more hate.

I stared into his eyes,

and spat in his face.

 

He knelt and spoke

 in a sorrowful tone.

Thou art a lovely rose,

yet so full of scorn.

Such a lovely rose,

but with too many thorns.

 

So he carried me back to my country,

my home.

And from that day I lived on,

quiet and alone.

Forever unloved,

no husband , my own.

Until I lay dying,

weak hearted and old.

 

 


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