I went to mop
The ball room
When in he came,
Natalie's groom.
He cleared his throat
But I avoided him
Like I said before,
I might just behead him!
He circled me once
Circled me twice
He looked me dead
In the eyes
His eyes held pain
Mine held nothing
For my heart is ice
My heart is frozen
He made me cold
I'm full of hate
For he broke my heart
When in him I had faith.
He lifted my chin
And whispered
"M'lady,
Are you carrying
Your Master's baby?"
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The Billionaire's Maid
Poetry~A love that'll never fade, though obstacles occur, for the billionaire's maid is quite obscure.~ Join Ruth in this romantic poetry, as she tries to make ends meet for her mother and climbs her way to take what's rightfully hers. Alistair. The man...
