selectivity is a bitch

500 letters
10,000 compliments
these words are nothing to you
just annoying glimpse and phrases.
if said by another,
possibly more handsome
then they'd woo you.
but I'm not.
my shoulders aren't wide enough,
my arms not big enough,
my eyes don't have that hint of sea green.
i'm just a kind pauper begging for his queen.

i could be dressed in riches;
have gold oozing from these dreaded veins but that would never be enough.
in your eyes i'd never be that one prince with the blue eyes.
that one stallion with the strength of a god.
as long as i wasn't him
my words
my actions
my love for you would go unnoticed and unattended.
a red rose, wilting to the absence of water.

my eyes will lock onto yours but they will never gaze upon what he sees when looking into your beautiful stars
i am a pauper
a prince forever disguised in clothing you have no interest in