He Awaits His Fate
"Love is the only gold." Alfred, Lord Tennyson
With a small boxed jewel in hand, he stands before the Duke’s grand gate.
Gold is that imposing entrance so beautifully ornate.
A shadow of fear keeps flickering across the young man’s mind
though Lady Beth had vowed that for him alone she’d wait.
His friends all mutter Lady Beth won't be inclined
to let her life with her lowly lover’s life be intertwined.
Will his lady accept his betrothal ring? Oh, what shall be his fate?
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