Anastasia
Standing outside the St. Petersburg palace gate,
I am withstanding the cold as I patiently wait.
May I be lucky enough to see the daughter of the Tsar.
Men throughout Europe realize how beautiful you are.
On this cold winter night, you can shine like a star.
The youngest of four sisters, you are unreachable royalty.
I know that a date with you can never be.
After all, you can do better than a peasant boy like me.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2021
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