To the Princess From the Peasant

On this day in a faraway time , in a faraway

      place,

A princess was born,

Unknown to a peasant boy

on a farm twice eighty furlongs distant.

Their paths drew close in days to come

When, but a few blocks from his village home,

The lass, with her parents,

Joined in celebrations, unaware of the peasant's nearness.

As days ebbed and flowed on the coastline of 

       time,

Who would have guessed, along the shore,

The two young hearts,

Oblivious to the fact,

Would be only a few feet apart

At an ordinary fueling station

Far from either one’s home,

On the brink of uncertain adventures

In a new and changing world.

Ah, but two months hence, at last, they met,

The Princess and peasant together,

On a quest to fuel the passion for exploits of faith

In young hearts who faced, unthinking,

The un-thought-of era before them.

Who would have guessed the Princess

Would notice the peasant – but… more –

Would make the peasant her prince and from that day forward

Let him celebrate, with sons and grandchildren together,

the day when…

In a faraway time, in a faraway place,

The princess was born

Unknown to the peasant boy

Twice eighty furlongs distant. 

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