my Prince

I have always been

soaked in my books…

treading through pages..

trailing through backstages…

 

I hasten,perhaps dart

like a racer…galloping..

every stages …scampering

without a pause I sprint

behind my worldly accomplishments…

 

never did I gaze…never did I care

never did I look ….in between my pages..

your silent gaze and your inclination

for being my love lays brushed aside…

 

All those days you pursued me..

I refused to pay heed…

for all that remained in my head

was a rabbit race in proving I am adroit….

 

sorry was never a word….

for now its too late ….

for a apologize to mend ‘

to the tattered heart…

but you forgave me ….dear

 

I swear never did I know

you loved me before…

perhaps  I was in love

with you all along…

 

not an infatuation I know,,,

Never before this fondness intimacy

this attachment my beloved ..

never with anyone I assert..

 

like a dream you flowed ,

into my heart ,

Filling the void…

making me complete …as a whole

 

you marched down the hill

In your gaze I lay ensnared

those brilliant blue eyes…

did make me gasp

 

I stood there captivated in your charm

as you slipped the ring into my hand

and I stole your second name

my prince my king….