Full of joy one can be.
Something others cannot see.
Try and try to prove yourself.
Hence all those trophies on the shelf.
But why does that matter.
They will still judge and chatter.
Live the life you desire.
Be a mockingjay, catching fire.
Others envy and plan to ploy.
So don’t be coy.
Show them all that joy.
Scaling this wall is a hassle.
Why did you have to live in the tallest castle.
I’m light as feather and move in the dark.
Don’t want to wake up the dogs and have them bark.
Clenched in my mouth I have a red rose.
You look down and laugh at my pose.
Excuse me, I’m climbing in my lady.
Brush of my rags and bow down to Princess Katy.
Again standing tall, I bestow the rose.
She takes it, brushing softly across her nose.
“Why thank you Sir Quinto”
“I will water it and leave it by the window”
We indulge in deep conversation.
But sadden as our love is forbidden in either nation.
As I make my way out, we kiss.
We both smile, as it is very bliss.
“Till we meet again sir Quinto”
Her comment daunts me, I’ll be sailing to Bristow.
I stop and compose myself as the wall is very shady.
I reply, “We will! Even if it’s the last thing I do Princess Katy”