Too Low To Be Loved By Her

"Keep on dreaming

Keep on believing

These things may come true"

Indeed it did become true

A lowly peasant 

Admiring a princess 

Too low

Too unsignificant

Too small

To be seen by someone as high as her

Yet she saw me

No matter how low I was

No matter how small I was

No matter how high she is

She called me her "prince charming"

and her "everything" 

I told her

That I'm nothing perfect

That I'm nothing like her

I'm too low to be loved by her

So stubborn she was

For she insisted

She told me

Nothing of it matters

For love has no boundaries

And no limitations

The End

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