Spoiled in the muck,
As if a broiled duck,
My tarnished luck.
But came the princess,
Of all my happiness,
She is the mistress.
I dreamt about her,
Last night as I slept,
Vaguely I remember.
We haven't met yet,
But eyes have met,
In our dreams set.
So now I smile,
Along each mile,
Her fantastic style.
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 2:15 AM UTC
Spoiled in the muck,
As if a broiled duck,
My tarnished luck.
But came the princess,
Of all my happiness,
She is the mistress.
I dreamt about her,
Last night as I slept,
Vaguely I remember.
We haven't met yet,
But eyes have met,
In our dreams set.
So now I smile,
Along each mile,
Her fantastic style.
My HP Poem #496
©Atul Kaushal
