I walked a thousand miles
In sombre solitude
To reach the very core of your heart
As close as my conflicted mind could allow!
I poured a thousand gazes
At your gorgeous self
To drink in your audacious beauty
As much as your sensitivity could bestow!
I thought a thousand times
Just to be sure
My poor and wretched soul
Was in love with a princess, beautiful!
I wrote a thousand letters
Only to tear them up
As it seemed a story too good to be true
But eventually I found the courage to do the inevitable!
I knew I was late when I saw you:-
As you held his hand;
Unaware you walked past me as you beamed
And I stood there helpless and forlorn!
I uttered a thousand prayers
As I wished you happiness
While I got drowned in sadness
And away you went; then … you were gone!
Faint heart never won fair maiden.
On the bright side, if this really happened, it’s never too late right up until the point she gets married, to win her back.
Yeah .. true! Thanks for stopping by!
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