(11-21-61 / Ripley, Tennessee)

My King

Once I found a prince, and fell in love,
and in my heart he made me feel like a pure white dove.
As he and I spooned,
beneath God's golden moon, .
the angels of old,
played their harps of gold.
We walked upon the beach,
mouths closed, never was there speech.
and as the water beats against the sand,
so does my heart beat against my breast as you hold fast to my hand.
Together we are one,
apart I am none.
Once you were a prince, but now you are a king,
I'm just a peasant girl waiting to be your queen.

by Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson

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