Fairy Tale Inspired Poem: Bashful
When I saw her stretched across the tidy beds,
Love’s potent sword struck my heart before I knew
Who this lovely stranger was or one word said.
But I remained silent, as I always do.
With one bite, she fell ill on that dreadful day.
In a glass coffin, it hurt to see her lay.
I longed to kiss her ruby lips, but froze.
Joy but regret: the prince woke her and betrothed.