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The Princess and the Marlboro Man
by Mark Hunter
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The Marlboro Man stands upon a mountain top
Crowded with only the presence of thought.
A Princess sits on her lavendar throne
Alone amidst her worshipping lot.
The Marlboro Man does nothing,
Yet he never sees life as a bore.
The Princess seems to do everything,
And wonders if perhaps...there is more.
His deep, dark eyes cry out
At the sunset that they are seeing.
He hasn't the time to think about
The fragileness of his being.
Her warm soft eyes take in
Her kingdom and all of its cover.
She's always refused to believe
That her subjects really do love her.
The Marlboro Man and the Princess
Met on one fateful fall day
And realizing their relative loneliness
Carried on with little to say.
It was inevitable that they would discover
Those things that they knew all along
And see that the breathless silence they held
Was easy, but then again, wrong.
So she tried to make him a Prince
Though her subjects would not have approved.
And he tried to make her an outlaw
but she was also unmoved.
So after the showdown was over
And they went back from whence they came,
She found she was a little more free.
He found he was a little more tame.
They can't help deny the feelings
Behind all the times that they've shared.
It showed them that despite their differences,
All along they had always cared.
Years go by and Time finds them
Yet, once again, all alone.
She secretly tries on his spurs.
He silently sits on her throne.
(originally signed - "Love, the Marlboro Man")
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