You walk towards me
As light as a feather
As radiant as the morning sun
As promising as hope.
You stop as if to admire
A flower or a butterfly over it.
I am mesmerised by your innocence.
Captivated by your smile
And I often wonder,
Is a soul as impure as mine,
Bathed in the blood of dozens
Worthy of you, my Princess?
Your horse gallops through the fort.
People bow in respect
You understand them
Even when you watch from afar
Like a God they worship
Up on a pedestal above all.
Stories of your valour
Are retold to children
As they idolise you.
And I, secretly, blush and beam
In a pride only I know,
For I know the prince they admire
Is the man who chose me,
Scars and flaws and all.
~Suranya
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