quit peasant

a peasant is forced to stay quit about a love he holds for a royal beauty

sweet delicate skin, aroma galore 

her flavor and scent, make body parts sore

the twinkling light, set strong in my sight

i watch her too close, my favorite at night

hair long and divine, the color of fall

skin milky and soft, legs that run tall

bosoms they sit, up right and perked up

porcelain they are, ill drink from those cups

how gently she moves, removing the cloth

that sits on her body, id give her my troth 

a promise a vow, id keep tell my death

to touch her sweet lips, id give my last breath

but I'm just the help, a peasant i guess

it means I'm inhuman, worth even less

to watch her afar, too touch her in dreams

is better then nothing, sad i must seem 

her courtship is here, my smiles subside 

iv seen this man flirt, with his wandering eye 

the cards he was dealt, a royal damn flush

my pair can't compete, my love stays a hush

Reviews

[Relic]

This reminds me of....me. I know the feeling well, although I'm not a peasant. I like the whole idea behind this and the way you wrote it. The detail gives us a glimpse into his mind that longs for her but must suffer in silence.

[Forest Green]

Excellent tale/poem...through the end.

[Kaylor Mason]

That poor guy . . . the truly sad part is how true-to-life this story is

[carne]

royal damn flush