"You're the love of my life," he claimed.
In 1864, I remember being overwhelmed.
Your Majesty, you were so honoured and classy.
But look at me; I was just a lot messy.
The evening in the ball of your grace,
We were locked in an embrace.
Every bit of me was every bit of you, I feel,
bound in the love that was concealed.
I ask today, "Was it all a lie?"
I ask today, "Was it all a scam?"
I ask today, "Was it all a deceit?"
The story of love in 1864
I just wanted us to be something more.
-notthepoet
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