| I was just a farm boy,
that you once held hands with- at the time it was enough, that I loved you for who you were. But now you court with nobles, and sit in the upper echelons, forgetting what your old self was, and forgetting why we loved each other. |
--How when we met, I told her how beautiful a person she was (a few months after knowing her), and I meant it, and I loved her and she loved me. But now, she's surrounded by normal people, who apparently accept her for who she is now, and is no longer the beautiful person she was. And no longer loves the person I am. (The normal people are the nobles, as the normal life was once "idealized" by her. And it still, I guess, what she wants, to be normal. But she's lost being beautiful.
I do feel like maybe the poem ends too quickly though. And I feel a bit like it might be better if it ended "and forgetting how beautiful you were." But I think that pulls at the heart strings less. --> Veronica: "I like the pull." Me: I know, I mean if I changed it it would pull less I think, this ending makes the focus more on the poor farm boy, than on the beautiful love (woman) he lost.