Prince over princesses.


My heart leaves out no space
For captured princesses
And those fairy tales
Where the prince must marry
A beautiful maiden pretty as the moon.

My heart is rustic, too bold to appear,
But somewhere in the closet;
It is also sincere
And it is love that my heart also knows

Except in a man.

In italicized words, my heart is gay,
So is my body,
And my lover, of no name.
Who is too shy to appear.


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