The King and the Beggar Girl

I see him, eyes like doves,
kneeling down at my feet,
holding out his hands
like a shimmering cup,
offering within them
his naked heart.

Offering
his heart,
his naked heart in his hands
to a tear-stained girl
in tattered rags
who had just stabbed it
thrice.

I gaze upon his
bowed head and
see
the perfection of beauty.

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