Unassuming Pariah

Want of a princess but not of me South of ill-proclaimed royalty A prince in nature, heart, and mind Blue glass learned between the lines Glides to the stables cape awhirl Who knows he’s meant to be my world All for one or rather two A cage for the dance that ensues I’m reluctant beckon a smile A glance to perfection’s profile He’s aware tears gone by Humor of a kind is dry Golden flax adorns his brow And glints in my eyes when I bend to bow I was taken from my place And from my despair came his face But a curse unfair welded to my being And kept that prince from vision seeing So slowly this torture wrings itself out ‘Till the last of my days and eternal doubt Fixated on one but not another By his side derived of armor So much more I wish to be But mannerisms distant to airy This is my final request Just a one to him addressed Until he knows what I’ve been through It remains unrequited this, “I love you”