I Would Have Simply, Picked Only--You

What if! I were a girl… Born of noble parents, Owning jewels’ palaces in town Willow-wood’s cottages in countryside; Long-eared tall dogs--chained in yard, beggars –waiting in queues on doors; Feasts served to the hungry strangers, Wine and coffee offered to the visitors; Having horses, herds, farms and servants, Tens of gardens of apples and pear, A roses’ garden for new lovers; Many meadows, several pastures, and dozen dark woods, And soaring snowy falls, frisky rills, and calm clear creeks flowing in; And you! You were in rags, deprived of parents and sibs, Working in our orchards, Growing tomatoes in our farms, grazing our goats Or serving our patrician guests— cigars…! Truthfully, swearing of my manhood, I would have simply, picked only— You!