The Farmer and the Princess (Stolen Glance)

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I would still press your wrist to my lips, all my affection put in an innocent kiss.

Kill me with a stolen glance as we dance, would it be worth the chance?

As the autumn music plays, the room to me in hate.

One such as I of simple clothes create, could have a goddess princess, what a fate.

Now we swing under the sway of apple trees. The blooms fall as we sleep.

The lulling lullaby of the honeybee,

I find warmth in your arms, serenity, security, sanctuary.

Author's Note

Booooooooooop.