The Bejeweled Tree - Poem by Vera Sidhwa
The prince's heart could not be contained.
This girl, this princess filled it with overflowing love.
The prince looked at her endlessly.
She glanced a glance quickly.
The prince thought of things to say.
So he told her she was beautiful.
He told her she was kind.
He told her words, one of a kind.
Still when the princess looked at him,
It wasn't enough to give her a ring.
So he gave her his passion,
In the decoration of a huge bejeweled tree.
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