SONNET #2 (LADY IN WAITING)
This remains between your ear and my lip, but
Wouldn't it just thrill if her were the right one?
Of all the horses that have let me slip
Wouldn't it fulfill if his were the white one?
Those knights who broke their unbreakable grip
Leave me to doubt, but he leads me to hope
When soft and soothing sentiments do drip
And draw me in and allow me to cope
And what allows him such power o'er me?
To command my every fantasy
And leave me living in the what-could-be
Just what has all this waiting done to me?
For I remain in need of distraction
A lady in waiting for his reaction.
-Michela Carattini, 22, New York City