Should I tell her who she is
And ruin your surprise?
How long did you want her to forget
Who her father is
And ahh, her mother too?
I have kept my promise to serve.
But I can no longer look upon her and pretend
That her rags and fetters are real.
Even if I keep silent, my eyes reveal.
Shall I make it subtle
Or shall I be quick?
Will she believe?
Or run away thinking I am mad?
Who her father is
And ahh, her mother too!
Did you cause this meeting
Only so I should betray you,
And reveal to her that she is
A lady of the most noble birth.
© 2009 Ron Herman
Tags: identity, origin, remembrance