The first day I saw her,
she sat at a window.
The sun shone around her
as she began to sing low.
And as she sat there
with her hazel brown hair,
the sun shone down on a ring, quite rare.
I began to wonder what beau had won her,
and wondered,
what was it like to have a lover?
My mother told me she could not foresee
that a man would decree
his love for me.
So I envied my lady
and wished I would maybe
live as she did.
Can you blame me?
My lady had all she could possibly want:
a title,
a home,
a bouffant.
But I never imagined
that my lady was saddened,
until she glanced my way.
I felt overwhelming grief
as she glanced in brief
towards the door,
where I stood in disbelief.
How could a lady like her
be as she were,
yet live in such beautiful ways?
I never understood
what had occurred
on that night,
Until tonight.
- Aubree: Ladies' Maid
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In the Afternoon
कविताCHRONICLES OF CROWN AND CASUALTY BOOK 3- Everyone wished they were like her. The definition of propriety and popularity. She wore wildflowers in her hair... A collection of poems by and about the Lady of Lancaster.
