Placed upon a pedastal was the Princess of the pauper’s dreams.
A vision of beauty that was beyond compare.
Placed so high was she that others could gaze upon her beauty and marvel at her wonder.
The pauper, a man whose self-esteem was as lacking as his status,
could only watch as his Princess courted gentlemen of whom she was more akin.
And so the pauper withdrew to the shadows.
Seeing the happiness upon the face of his love, he knew that it was never meant to be.