Right pretty round this city all would watch her dance.. tight night calls.. darkness falls.. would be lovers chance.. dreaming a dreamed lover.. she dances cross the floor.. blood pulses and passion.. long marked her lover’s door..
Prince Delude dreams her nude yet cannot seem to speak.. beauty musk sunset at dusk his heart and mind grow weak.. can he ever tell her?.. of feelings with no shame.. needs honor felt in action.. no pretend social games..
Father King has a thing for love in plan and thought.. girl and boy can never toy with love each has brought.. lessons of ‘blue-blood’.. pretender ‘plan a ride.. love tossed to sanctioned sewers.. royal dictates pride..
Wants to lead our noble breed in plans most unknown.. Palomino horses with ten diamonds in his throne.. conscience runs a ring around memory years hence.. future you remember each lie.. each stolen pence..
Round a kingdom written dreams a living play.. love is as a peach tree with one true thing to say.. risk a hanging matter.. found love to love for life.. peasant has no planners.. just true love.. for his true wife..
Thought.. ‘If one portends care.. claims to be a person of conscience.. they cannot dismiss what they are.. though many think they have left their personal infamy in another year.. memory confuses the real person who was not realized in time.. one will come again to present what is known’..