What Couldn’t Be

Was it her roving eyes that gave her such haunting beauty? I remember walking in the courtyard, my sword handle glistening with it’s sparkly jewels in its holder, when I found her, sitting on a bench. She was reaching out to smell a perfect, yellow rose. It stole the breath from my lips to see this fair lass dressed in rouge.

She turned her head towards me, her lips pursing at being disturbed. Such perfect lips were they, I could immediately see myself meeting them with a sweet and simple kiss. Running my hand through her brunette locks was an intriguing idea as well. And to untie the strings of her corset…

But, as most of my status did, I walked passed. We were simple strangers, not friends that would grasp each other in a hug nor would there be tears of sadness and happiness shared between us.

So, I sit here now, in my single barrack room, dreaming about a bonnie lass I shall never see again.