A Romance

A romance now I must relay.

I’ll do it soon, without delay!

Give me now Thy hand to kiss

While I tell of my soul’s secret bliss.

There once was a king in fine command

Who had a great son whom he fed with his hand

And this Prince was handsome and generous and kind

And was like his father in body and mind

The two were so alike and their love grew

No one could love as much as those two!

And all the townspeople watched with pleasure

When the Prince rode home from battle, all weathered.

One day this Prince, looking down on the street,

Saw a poor pauper girl, in mud knee-deep.

There was mud in her hair and mud on her dress

And she hadn’t any food, or stockings, no less!

And within the Prince’s bosom a fire enkindled

As he looked with love out the castle window;

His heart was ravished by one look from this girl

In one moment she was more precious than pearls.

Away rode the messenger to bring her the news

That she herself the Prince did choose

If she would consent to his bride be,

He’d make her his Queen and sovereign lady.

The girl didn’t hesitate, though she was confused

She hurried along without stockings or shoes

She washed and changed into golden things

And, just like that, she was led to the King.

The King, without knowledge of his son’s love

As soon as he saw her knew she was the one

He led her to the Queen, who gave her jewels.

And sent her to the Prince without more ado

And as the prince beheld his lovely bride

His heart burst with joy, and he almost died

He fell on his knees and held up a ring

And her solemn “yes” made his heart sing.

This poor pauper girl is now a Queen

And profoundly loves her husband and King

He sings to her softly, sometimes, at night

And loves his Queen with all his might.

I close the book with wonder and grace

And imagine the Prince with love in his face

But then I stop, for lo! can it be?

The story is really of Jesus and me!

-By Kathleen Felder

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~Meggy

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