We kissed in the stable.

Forced to stay inside,

I was only seven.

When I looked outside,

It was like heaven.

From my open window,

I watched you play.

With the other stable boy,

you all rolled in the hay.

I remember that summer,

we became friends.

You was the one,

who let me feed the hens.

Your just a stable hand,

I'm just a rich girl.

Your just a poor boy,

who used to watch me twirl.

Just a poor boy,

someone I loathed.

But I know right now,

I wish you was my betrothed.

We kissed in the stable,

wearing no shoes.

No one knew,

no one had a clue.

I'm just a rich girl, 

who walked out your life.

But never again,

I know now I'll be your wife.

So now I stand before you,

and hope that you hear.

I love you, 

and will forever my dear. 

Reviews

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Wonderful romantic poetry, great imagery indeed:) Top marks!