Who's to woe my self pitty
I'm concious of my lack of exuberance
I barely shine though I try brilliantly
Though not pearl, nor fittet for her highness
I'm polished and buffed like many others
Inpecably inspected same and put on display
But I not gold or sapphire, not fitted for daughters
And for this I sit here while no other attention pays
Hooray! Finally, she alas is the special one
I but a rhinestone fit well in her diadem
In her eyes my value more than gold- I like none
Although she a child, for her I'll shine beautifully
For I will honor her care until our death
Author notes
haven't written in a long while sorry bout that hopefully I will get to publish more when I get more time.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Awww, this is so beautiful! Especially the last stanza, very touching.
I love the detailed descriptions, very visual.
You keep evolving sweetie! Yaaay! lol. me? im stuck in a rut and i have total writer's block
Awesome job on this!!
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