Marry a Woman

A conversation between a lady of noble birth and a certain gentleman as recorded by Steven Ureke in one of his Poetry Journals. O, maiden! What beauty you portray. For a mother, You are perfect for my children; And for a companion, You are Eve But more obedient. O, ragged man! What audacity causes you To dare woo a princess like I? In my kingdom, Men like you live and die Like pigs in a sty On a deserted home. Forgive me if I tread Further than my feet can go. I dare woo a princess because I dream: I dream of becoming a King Although I am no royalty. What way could be shorter Than to marry a princess? If you brought a diamond ring And provide more; More than my father ever could, Then I will reconsider. If you wear silver for shoes and Live in a house made out of gold Then I will be your wife! What shame! All the riches of my household Will not amount to a single shoe of silver, What more a house made out of gold. If I can put a roof over your head And on our table, food; Will that be enough? How can I trade extravagancy For food and a roof and love? I dreamt that for my honeymoon A visit to the moon. On birthdays, A star for a gift. I certainly am not for you. I live off my sweat and blood: From hand to mouth And a princess is not for me. If you sat for a while and listened To my vision And the things I see in my dreams You will know I am worthy of your heart. What offence! My heart is an Emerald. It is coated in Jadestone. I choose who is worthy a knight And you dare claim your worth? You are a weed that has grown Where it is unwanted. O, maiden fair, It is only fair that I leave. My love is a reality; One you have always read in books And admired. I could wear the armor In your father's closet and earn his trust. Alas, you deem me unfit! Ages passed and days turned into seasons.... Check out my Facebook page for full script. https://www.facebook.com/100746275117651/posts/136848318174113/?app=fbl