My Prince Unknown
Longing for young love
In the naive wistful days
Vibrant virgin feelings
Ever flowing, ever knowing always.
Looking down from the roof
At this handsome prince
Unknown to me
Glancing casually,yet carefully
How dare I tell him what I might see?
Love is eager and ready
Only for him on a hill
Verdant and lush
Every whisper fulfilled.
Copyright © Susan Keogh | Year Posted 2010
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