The Secret Love of a PrinceA Poem by KristinThough in an abandoned state he watches me From windows taller than mine Oh, the sweet sound of harps playing Sends chills down my beaten spine His hair curled up with locks Beneath me I cannot breathe I lost my train of thought Oh, look a lemon tree. I know he thinks of me, Almost as much as I think of him But the church they’ll banish me Or love nothing but a sin © 2017 Kristin |
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Added on February 5, 2017Last Updated on February 5, 2017 AuthorKristinPalm Coast, FLAboutHello, I am currently a sophomore in college and love to write. I have many hobbies that include basketball motorcycles and much more. I love human nature and exploring this world with my friends. more..Writing
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