Uncommon Commoner

True love approaches, enemy nears.
One warrior princess battles her fears,
While true love, also, fights to be freed
From his own fear-periled, conflicted need

A desire to live... the need to preserve
Warrior princess, whom he loves to serve.
Wise peasant boy who once saved his queen,
Twixt valor and discretion he's caught and seen.

Princes have sought the princess' favor.
Ever he's been engaged in hard, honest labor.
Though warrior princess loves him strong,
Both of them wonder if love can go wrong.

Enemy to both, prince number eight
Wants, for his crown, to be princess' fate.
But prince number eight, pushing up close,
Is given, of steel eyes, a most-needed dose

Backing off quickly, prince has a glimpse
Of wise peasant boy, at heart a true prince,
Afraid at nothing but his own soul.
Peasant boy makes a try at a noble goal.

"She does not love you," says peasant boy.
"She is naught to you but a tool, a toy.
Yet she's worth more than all under the sky.
She has but one true love.  It is I."

Prince's eyes glare at peasant in rage.
How dare a commoner try for center stage!
But princess, seeing by love's words the way,
Steps to peasant, bids him forever stay

"If you'll be mine, to have and to hold,"
Quotes princess, in her usual bold.
"I will be yours forever to be.
I feel this is right in the heart of me."

And so it is.  Prince slinks away.
Princess and peasant wed the following day.
Queen, who peasant saved not long past,
Blesses their union forever to last.

Now all that's left is what in this heart be.
I would like this to happen to me.

Adam Scott Campbell