The king paces his bedchambers
Shivering as he pulls his soft brown robe tighter
He remembers a day from long ago
That peasant girl.
She once graced his majesty's hand
with but a simple kiss.
His heart stopped as their eyes met.
He beheld the love within her eyes
and she the pain and hope in his.
Each knowing that with that kiss,
something had changed in them both
From then on, they spent afternoons rolling around and playing in the grass
They went on strolls and had intellectual conversation
She fascinated him like no other creature could
That peasant girl with golden hair bright as the sun
He felt warm whenever she was near
Which brought him abruptly back to the reality of his cold room
His girl with mane of sunshine rays was nowhere to be found
She left only a trace of a memory

A kiss for a king