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From Peasant To Queen

His gaze strips me of my peasant title, his touch makes me a queen

He pushed me to lands that were unknown inside me
Mountains evolved from my limbs that were binding
Heart was renewed by the hand that was guiding
Tongue was replenished with warmth that was hiding

Vision was given to eyes that were unseen
Life had been missing since I was just a teen
Now as I stand with a purpose and a dream
Although just a peasant he treats me as a queen

© Delia Ross. 2019

By PoeEternal

I'm gone. Maybe it's like I never existed at all.

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