Sara with a “H”
a princessa with hair like a setting sun
In a field of marigolds...
How maravilla!
As the young lady grew,
her first suitor shamelessly whispered, can I sparingly date you?
She shooed him away,
Asi asi...
awaiting for her prince to arrive—
Many a man,
has scaled the endless tower, that kisses the sky;
dreaming of Sara with a “H”
soulful eyes!
Wide-eyed,
brown like sunflower disk florets,
they swoon!
A princesa with hair like a setting sun,
in a field of marigolds...
How maravilla!
Her second suitor,
carved her name into a rock,
Shamefaced her lips touched his,
Her first kiss,
as he free falls off the tower...
Asi que...
Awaiting someone better,
the young lady met,
the shammer,
as she would not give into his lust for her, you are a slut if you don’t...
No tan bien!
She pushed him into the the briar patch...
El Rey, told his daughter “papando moscas”
Muy Bein!
If you keep up your walls,
love will not find you...
He will,
just have to fashion,
a grappling hook-
Not a fish,
not a song refrain,
Or skipping school
Sara with a “H”
a princessa with hair like a setting sun,
In a field of marigolds...
How maravilla
She built her own amphitheater:
For poets to verse, actors to converse, and singers to rehearse.
out of love
that left her stranded in a tower....
About the Creator
Saroyan Coles
I want to empower others with my writing. I have always dreamed of seeing my name, on something.
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