This Isn'T How The Story Is Supposed To Go Poem by Carla Kitts

Your not supposed to fall for me
Your not supposed to you know
This isn't how the stories supposed to go
Men like you, those from a noble stature
Are not supposed to fall in love with a girl in the pasture
Your supposed to love a maiden fair
Not a peasant girl with dirt brown hair
Your not supposed to go off the path made for you
Your not supposed to go on the trail that leads to me and the sea so blue
A king should love a princess or a queen
Not a girl who has a gift with all things green
Why did you fall for me?
When you would be better off with someone in you own class see?
I belong in a forest, a cave or a field
To what your expected you should yield
I am not meant for fancy dresses, balls and manners
I'd rather work with the earth or with leather at the tanner's
Give me animals and a farm with soil, rich and black
Then the catty ladies of court that would stab me in the back
I'd rather take care of swine
Then with fools eat and sip expensive wine
And though my king I love you so
I will never let you know