Don’t go too far,
What thou seekest lies beyond thy reach.
So admire from afar,
Till thy longing pools at thy feet.
Others wait in line
Just to watch his shadow move,
But what chance have we
To ever meet his eyes?
And still, thou burn with greedy want
Craving what would cost a life.
Thou yearn for his pull,
My body aches for his touch,
But the mind knoweth all
And sighs at our helpless draw.
I polished every word,
And shaped myself to fit his world,
A perfect girl, once in a lifetime.
Yet how can I match his world?
The maidens he doth smile upon,
Whilst I remain a hungry gaze in silence.
Only if he would cease that look
As though I were a wilted thing in need of sun,
Or worse… with pity.
If only he would open the doors of his world,
That I might steal a glance within,
And stand beside him as his wife.
I may not be Cinderella,
Nor Snow White,
Nor Sofia, whose fate is far richer than mine
But still, we might build our tale.
If not a fairy tale,
Then a love tale would suffice.
A tale not wrought in perfection,
But with passion that surpasses the soul.