The King's Daughter Poem by Th3 Craft3r

Oft it seemed I had been in the realm of wonder.
Wondering why I fell in love with a king’s daughter.
Surely her beauty couldn’t be matched by any jewel
that any mortal man possess, not even the Silmaril.

My doubtless heart’s now clouded with doubt
for my dignity is nothing compared to her loveliness.
This caged emotion tries to make me shout,
that I am falling in love with her royal highness.

Oft it seemed that I am wandering in grey gardens
hoping that if by a chance I can hear her singing.
For surely that would make my heart glad.
Just to hear her cunning voice would make me mad.

Indeed she was the noblest and most beautiful maiden
that my eyes had ever seen in my thousand years.
Now I curse this grace of immortality given me
that she couldn’t share my life in the long eternity.

If only I could give up this cursed grace
so I could feel her sweet and warm embrace.
For her scent is like a maddening drug to me
that calms my mind when thinking of misery.

If only she can be allowed by her father
I would surely marry the king’s daughter.
For she cursed me by her mortal loveliness,
A curse from the most beautiful princess!