Love at First Glance

Sonnet I

Your eyes are liquid pools in which I sink
The centers dark, yet filled with so much light
Can’t look away, I dare not even blink
In case I miss the nuance of your sight.
The lashes seem too pretty for a man
But thickly cast a shadow, which I see
Just adds to intrigue, with their depth and span
Awakens something at the heart of me.

But if you capture me with just a glance
It must be so with many others too,
I am unsure if I would stand a chance
Of challenging and interesting you.

Desire it seems already now has grown
To greater depths than I have ever known.

Sonnet II

To greater depths than I have ever known
When all it took was just a single glance,
For in a rush my senses have all flown
Into a waltz, a swirling, twirling dance.
I do not know if I can cross this floor
That separates us now, but your eyes call
And I'm obliged to heed the certain roar
Be brave or let the curtain on us fall.

But more than eyes reached out to say hello
The timbre of your voice a pleasant thrill,
I stumble then, the words won’t seem to flow
My thoughts are lost, and gone against my will.

Oh damn, I know I really need a drink!
I cannot voice the wonder that I think.

Sonnet III

I cannot voice the wonder that I think
Your eyes have drawn me in and now I’m hooked.
The world around us goes away, just shrinks
To naught, I think, by a sweet piercing look!
Your mouth says words, I only see your lips
They are so curved, look firm and oh so warm,
You’re godlike from your hair down to your hips
My thoughts are scattered in your perfect storm.

I wonder why your look seemed so intense,
But still I am enraptured by your glow.
I think perhaps I am a little dense;
What's there about me you should want to know?

Your hand is smooth, I bite away my moan
My thoughts a mess, a writhing small cyclone.

Sonnet IV

My thoughts a mess, a writhing small cyclone
My heart it stutter steps within my breast,
I pray you cannot hear its restless groan
And hope yours feels, within that manly chest.
Your eyes, still looking deeply into mine
(I wonder why I cannot look away?)
Bring shivers to my skin and up my spine
So totally I am within your sway.

My fingers want to touch, they need to say
Out loud how much your gaze has shaken me;
I must be mad! My nerves are in a fray,
I’m praying that there's truth in what I see.

Throw caution to the wind? What’s the big deal?
I want to tell you how I truly feel.

Sonnet V

I want to tell you how I truly feel
How fired your eyes have made me from the start,
The all of you, that latent sex appeal
I struggle with the words I must impart.
I gather up my courage, take a breath
And hope I sound so confident and bold
Because if I don't speak then I'll be left
To always wonder, what if I had told.

Then suddenly the band begins to play
You bow to me and ask me for a dance,
We go out on the floor and closely sway
And once more words are swept with fine romance.

You stare at me, I’m totally engrossed
But words escape me when I need them most.

Sonnet VI

But words escape me when I need them most
I'm on cloud nine, no words are needed now.
He thinks, This woman, dancing with me close
Seems so much fun, but now I must allow
Her access to my deeper self as well
For texture, image, and demeanor too
Broadcast that words unsaid will soon compel
My heart and soul to take a deeper view.

She looks reluctant, timid and surprised,
Perhaps afraid her words won’t show their worth.
She speaks such volumes flowing from her eyes
I feel her voice will flow with care and mirth.

I'll vouch that words will soon my soul anneal
Your eyes just mesmerize; my heart, once steel.
 

Sonnet VII

Your eyes just mesmerize; my heart, once steel
Has melted now; surprised how readily
A look can reach across and make me feel;
My strength erodes, heart beats unsteadily.
Your perfume rises up and takes my sense,
My hands around your waist, they tremble too
Against love’s call I have no strong defense
When all I seem to want is only you.

We’ve hardly said a word and yet your eyes
Have said so much, without an uttered line.
My head it spins, you’re such a natural high
I need to find a way to make you mine.

My breath deserts me when it matters most
Just falls apart and leaves me like a ghost.

Sonnet VIII

Just falls apart and leaves me like a ghost
Composure slips, but cannot help myself.
I need to get a grip or diagnose
Myself a fool; I feel like someone else!
You're watching me as if you cannot wait
For me to utter something cute or smart,
But all I do is curse myself, berate
For staying oh so quiet from the start.

I breathe and finally my lips awake
I hear the words and cringe; oh what a mess!
"You dance so well", is all that I can shake
Out from my mind, and now I feel distress.

You smile as if you see my silly fears
I am in constant blush, I know you hear.
 

Sonnet IX

I am in constant blush, I know you hear
And wonder if you think that I am less
Than every woman you’ve known here and there;
That causes me to think and to assess.
The music stops but we stay standing close
As if we are afraid to break some spell
And caught up in a dream we softly pose
Like lovers, who cannot their passions quell.

You ask me if I’d like to take a seat
And talk a while, and lead me from the floor
I nod and force some movement from my feet
And softly say "I’d like that, I am sure".

I shake my head, I know I need to cool
My mumblings, you must think me such a fool.

Sonnet X

My mumblings, you must think me such a fool
My mind replays- until you speak and say,
"I'm not so tongue-tied as a general rule,
But then again, I've never felt this way".
I hesitate to interrupt this brief
Connection where our touching speaks instead
Of words, but still I find it a relief
That I want more than taking you to bed.

That raw desire could make guy's words self-serving
Make compliments and praise be deemed a ploy,
And yet of all such praise you're most deserving
And your non-verbal cues have brought me joy.

When I'm supposed to be precise and clear
I cannot string a line together dear.
 

Sonnet XI

I cannot string a line together dear
So hold my hand while clouds of phrases bounce
Across my mind before they disappear.
I stutter when you give your hair a flounce.
There's nothing I can tell you that is new
For every man before has surely tried
To frame in words, the loveliness of you
With every phrase their muses could provide.

Our fingers touching tells me it's okay,
That words aren't too important on this night.
I sense you're feeling lost in this same way
At loss for words, but found in shared delight.

Pretense would drown in eyes deep liquid pool;
Your smiling eyes, they make me so uncool.

Sonnet XII

Your smiling eyes, they make me so uncool,
But so infectious, I can’t help but smile,
I think I’m grinning like some silly fool
I haven’t felt this reckless in a while!
Your fingers grow a warmth in me that I
Cannot resist, I feel your moonlike pull
And like the tide I flow towards your sky
And somehow you just make me feel so full.

You whisper softly, leaning in to me
And touch a finger to my blushing cheek,
You say how much my eyes look like the sea
And trace of finger makes me feel so weak.

I stammer "thank you", so caught on your hook
Your eyes so warm, I almost cannot look.
 

Sonnet XIII

Your eyes so warm, I almost cannot look
The passions well and make me feel so small,
How can I breathe, when all the air you took?
How fast, how fast, so easily I fall!
Your beauty is a wonder I should hold
I’ve never been so taken with one glance!
And I’ll presume to be so very bold
And say that this is love, I’m in a trance!

All words forgot, your lips are claiming mine
And then I know the all of what I feel.
You bubble to my head like mellow wine
This kiss is all we need to seal the deal.

Our love it babbles like a raging brook,
Through love, we read each other like a book.

Sonnet XIV

Through love, we read each other like a book
My heart is bared to you, I read your eyes
And there, with such intensity of look
Is everything I need, right there it lies.
I ask if I can see you once again
But know I never want to be without,
And sigh with happiness when you exclaim
The "yes" that erases my every doubt.

We kiss once more, your lips just speak to me
And hand in hand we leave our meeting place,
And I am still in awe, but feel so free
Enraptured by the wonder of your face.

I am amazed how two hearts can be linked;
Your eyes are liquid pools in which I sink.

Sonnet XV

Your eyes are liquid pools in which I sink
To greater depths than I have ever known,
I cannot voice the wonder that I think
My thoughts a mess, a writhing small cyclone.
I want to tell you how I truly feel
But words escape me when I need them most,
Your eyes just mesmerize; my heart, once steel
Just falls apart and leaves me like a ghost.

I am in constant blush, I know you hear
My mumblings, you must think me such a fool.
I cannot string a line together dear
Your smiling eyes, they make me so uncool.

Your eyes so warm, I almost cannot look
Through love, we read each other like a book.

Heroic Crown of Sonnets: The Princess (Sensual)

I stood upon the ancient parapet,

yes, recklessly atop the castle walls

the stone was slick, and gray and still so wet

from rain that night had brought with heavy fall.

My room below was safe, and dry and pink;

a letter waited there on filmy bed;

high, high upon the wall I went to think

to clear the sighs and tangles from my head.

The letter had a seal that made me cold,

it glittered in the window's dawny light;

I knew the ink inside would be black, bold;

unopened, it had lay there all the night.

I walked the parapet in ache and doubt;

my gown was caught by wind and blown about.

My gown was caught by wind and blown about;

I wobbled then, and grasped a jutting wall,

but let it go; yes, heedlessly I'd flout

caution's bounds and tempt a deadly fall;

I didn't care; my stomach thrilled inside

to see how high, how very high I stood;

I lifted chin, and arms I opened wide

and played at bird; I thought the feeling good.

I frolicked then, atop the windy stone

and felt the wind press right against my eyes;

I stumbled back to roof, too fiercely blown

but parapet I climbed again; this rise

did not concern me with its heady threat;

I gave great thought to where each foot was set.

I gave great thought to where each foot was set;

another hour I spent there in the sun,

until the stone showed not a bit of wet

and I was tired of airy, windy fun.

Then I sought out my room and letter there,

which waited still; I broke the royal seal

and thick black words then rose and grimly stared

quite heedless of the way they made me feel.

My father wrote; he ordered me away

to meet him in great castle in the east.

A bridegroom waited, in his fine array,

a mighty match was made, and mighty feast.

I packed my trunks, and trousseau and my flute,

I wore my beaded shoes along my route.

I wore my beaded shoes along my route,

they made me feel that all would turn out well;

but then the man could be a wicked brute;

we'd never met, I had no way to tell.

My father made me travel in disguise;

in abbot's clothes I traveled with the priests,

and in this way he kept me from men's eyes-

so few I'd seen! (They told me men were beasts.)

We traveled days; a man then joined our train;

I saw his face! I loved! My heart was hot!

I watched him through the window and in pain;

desire stirred; but this I'd never sought.

I pulled my clothes away from legs within;

the sun was bright and warmed my chilly skin.

The sun was bright and warmed my chilly skin;

the man was walking by my carriage door;

I loved the beard upon his very chin,

I felt no woman ever loved before!

We stopped the night in town with so few rooms,

and host, unknowing, bunked the man with me!

I called him to my bed, my longing womb

then told me there was something more to see...

He thought me man, so I pulled off my clothes

and offered then my troth to plight and give

or he should leave! He said, “My passion shows!

Yes! Give me ring and share the life I live!”

He taught me joy throughout that magic night!

I laughed deep, low, with sweetness of delight.

I laughed deep, low, with sweetness of delight,

we didn't sleep at all, and glared at dawn;

and though we saw the coming of the light

we didn't want love's night to be all gone

so we ignored the stirring of the place

and while I sat atop my thrilling steed

the door swung open, and an old man's face

showed shock and horror; horror yes indeed!

For Holy Abbot was not even man!

And more than that, he was a princess, high!

And more than that (he couldn't understand!)

the princess was in bed! Her royal thighs!

Astonished, he went out the door again.

A man called Jove knew all my secret sin.

A man called Jove knew all my secret sin,

he was a knight who served my father well;

my troth was plighted, but I knew just then

the worth of that- for Jove of course would tell.

But what of journey? And the waiting groom?

It was too late- I loved- it was too late.

Unless of course, they sent my love to tomb;

my father's anger might not hesitate.

The man I loved was high born and well made,

his name was Samuel; pleasant was his wit;

a rugged swordsman, skilled with many blades-

yes, surely surely, they'd see he was fit.

I pulled him near, and held him very tight;

the past's black chains seemed paper in the light.

The past's black chains seemed paper in the light;

a wedding now seemed black and full of fear

unless to he I bound with in the night;

yes, bound with well and truly, charming dear!

And still we moved through hills and moors and streams,

onward, onward, to reach my father's halls;

but half the time I was immersed in dreams

of Samuel's whispers and his passion calls.

I gave up costume, and let Samuel ride

in royal carriage, cuddled up to me,

but sometimes we would walk at carriage side

along stone paths, beneath the spreading trees.

I was so glad, so glad, he was my own;

I danced; my pretty steps rang out on stone.

I danced; my pretty steps rang out on stone;

he laughed and kissed, because my eyes were bright,

the knights were angry when we were alone

and kept us from each other in the night.

Yes, no one knew how Father might respond

and if this other marriage must be had,

the less that I was left to cling and bond

the less that I would think the marriage bad.

But all shook heads; no virgin now was I!

No holy prize! No lamb to shear with pride!

If diplomatic favors I would buy

far fewer now would buy this unchaste bride.

My father might have much to say to me!

The wind picked up and roared most dismally.

The wind picked up and roared most dismally,

we stayed the night with Duke in castle keep;

I tossed and turned, a restless, churning sea;

within the mighty bed I couldn't sleep.

I called my maid and made her rub my back,

but still I sighed, and listened to the wind,

and to the castle's groan and heave and crack;

the old rooms talked and felt like gentle friend.

At last I sent Suzanne back to her bed

and leaned my face against the window glass,

so wishing, wishing, wishing I was wed

and all the worry was already past.

While sitting in the window all alone,

I felt sweet love roar up in every bone.

I felt sweet love roar up in every bone,

and I got up, and pulled on velvet cloak,

and went right then to seek what was my own,

I found his room, himself, his kiss, his stroke...

Once more the night was spent as nights should be

and we were laughing in the candlelight.

I said, “You know you're risking death for me...

Are you afraid it might not turn out right?”

He said, “My time with you is worth the rest;

if I should die, I die a man well loved,

and loved by you, I'd die a man well blessed;

I've had the joys they say they have above.”

He said, “Come stand and turn, and let me see.”

I spun, while joy was throbbing up in me.

I spun, while joy was throbbing up in me,

and he delighted in my flesh and reached

to graze the hips then turning, turning free

before he seized, and huskily, beseeched.

I gave him what he wished and loving, craved,

and softly kissed his chest, and neck and cheeks;

I paused to pray to God he would be saved-

that we would have the favor honor seeks.

I went back to my rooms through quiet halls

the guards, asleep, then never moved or stirred.

With dawn, I feared my father's love was small

though in the past he'd praised my every word.

But then he might roar “Death!” while Samuel fell...

I knew my secret I would have to tell.

I knew my secret I would have to tell;

and we were almost there! Oh what a thing!

And yet what if instead, I had done “well”

and never told my love or traded rings,

and married other man while loving him?

Yes, surely that is sinning just as much

as telling truth. Perhaps it is more prim

to wait for priest before the wedded touch,

but if I had, no chance would then remain;

my only chance of love was love embraced.

But we were there! Would darling man be slain?

I entered court and saw my father's face!

I trembled with a fear I couldn't quell!

I spoke the truth, and then I fell! I fell!

I spoke the truth, and then I fell! I fell!

The bridegroom waited there, and royal priest.

My father rose and looked at Samuel well.

A perfect silence reigned- all movement ceased.

My father called my name and made me stand;

he said, “So this man pleases you, my dear?”

I said, “My heart so loves his fine command

I couldn't bear a life without him near.”

My father said, “We've sought a tie for years

with Samuel's house. The wedding is tonight.

You've done a thing that bribes and war and tears

could never bring to terms or friendly light.

My daughter, you have done a royal thing

with little hands, and sweetly traded rings.

I stood upon the ancient parapet,

my gown was caught by wind and blown about,

I gave great thought to where each foot was set,

I wore my beaded shoes along my route.

The sun was bright and warmed my chilly skin;

I laughed deep, low, with sweetness of delight.

a man called Jove knew all my secret sin,

the past's black chains seemed paper in the light.

I danced; my pretty steps rang out on stone,

the wind picked up and roared most dismally;

I felt sweet love roar up in every bone,

I spun, while joy was throbbing up in me;

I knew my secret I would have to tell;

I spoke the truth, and then I fell! I fell!

Catherine of Aragon, Queen of England (Sonnet Redoubled)

Catherine of Aragon, Queen of England I

Born Catalina, regal child of Spain,
to two joint sovereigns of great renown,
she'd study various subjects and would train
in household arts where she could hold her own.

Her father Ferdinand by stroke of fate
inherited the crown of Aragon.
Her mother Isabel, an equal mate,
was ruling queen of Castile and Leon.
This union started Spanish unity.
Iberian Moors and Jews were then expelled.
Columbus sailed to famed discovery.
The empire burgeoned while its coffers swelled.
But Spain was never meant for Catherine.
She was destined to be the English queen.

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Catherine of Aragon, Queen of England II

She was destined to be the English queen.
A treaty signed when she was only three
pledged the infanta to the Englishmen:
to wed Prince Arthur, heir and king-to-be.
Stuck four days in Corunna, weather struck;
the ships were damaged badly, one was lost.
Repairs for six weeks: what a stressful luck!
They sailed for three months to the British coast.
And now the English people were rejoiced.
The quay was teeming when they were to land.
The church bells chimed; felicities were voiced
by locals and by foreigners on hand.
The people loved the princess out of Spain.
All England cheered the prospect of her reign.

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Catherine of Aragon, Queen of England III

All England cheered the prospect of her reign. 
She traveled through the English countryside.
A Negro trumpeter among her train 
announced her presence, quite a novel ride.
To Dogmersfield King Henry VII went
to see the princess earlier than he should.
So did Prince Arthur; everybody spent
the night in dancing, all in festive mood.
In London, trumpet blares and cannon booms
marked royally the couple's wedding day.
The king dispatched to Wales both groom and groom's 
enchanting bride -- the people's hearts to sway.
The princess stirred and charmed, whenever seen,
that strange new land she reached at age fifteen.

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Catherine of Aragon, Queen of England IV

That strange new land she reached at age fifteen
was suddenly transformed from joy to gloom.
A sweating sickness fell upon the scene
and took the Prince of Wales in youthful bloom.
The princess too was ailed but she survived.
Her illness kept her bound to bed for weeks.
With special care she later on revived,
The rosy hue refound upon her cheeks.
Her marriage ended in a luckless lurch,
a teenage widow left without a child.
She was so true to God and to the church:
why was she now deprived as though exiled?
The king would marry her, which Spain denied.
First Arthur's, she became his brother's bride.

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Catherine of Aragon, Queen of England V

First Arthur's, she became his brother's bride.
But first a papal bull should be secured.
"A man", a canon law specified,
"can't wed his brother's widow" -- in a word.
It was argued that Catherine remained
a virgin through her marriage, quickly ceased.
This meant it was not valid; she retained
the right to marry Henry, this was stressed.
The pope's decision was favorable;
She was now free to be young Henry's wife.
Till then her household stayed miserable
with not enough funds in support of life.
Old Henry journeyed to the Great Unknown.
Young Henry just ascended to the throne.

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Catherine of Aragon, Queen of England VI

Young Henry just ascended to the throne.
Reforms enacted made him most revered.
He freed the jailed; officials of his own
replaced the ones whom folks abhorred and feared.
His father left a hefty treasury.
The gifted son had varied interests:
Sports, music, writing, arts and industry. 
The English navy bloomed and faced its tests.
It was their happy time of married life:
A dozen years or so of mutual love.
The king was as religious as his wife;
Their partnership seemed blessed by God above.
Her royal pedigree was Europe-wide.
The Tudors' right to rule solidified.

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Catherine of Aragon, Queen of England VII

The Tudors' right to rule solidified,
Helped to a great extent by Catherine.
She was blue-blooded through and through beside
Her skills and virtues, fitting for a queen.
She even acted as ambassador 
Of Spain to England -- five successful years.
Each winter she provided for the poor:
Clothes, fuel, money, food and goodly cheers.
To her the king confided, at the start.
There was no sign of any stress or threat.
He proudly jousted as Sir Loyal Heart:
He wore her scarf, his trophies at her feet.
The queen herself had claim upon the throne
Through her superior bloodline, little known.

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Catherine of Aragon, Queen of England VIII

Through her superior bloodline, widely known,
Queen Catherine had royal English root.
From John of Gaunt she came down, on her own,
through two unquestioned royal lines to boot.
Her offspring then would have a solid lock
upon the English throne by right of birth.
Thus when a son was born, the land would rock
with celebrations, full of joy and mirth.
Alas, the Prince of Wales was not destined
to bring about a lasting happiness.
Child Henry died ere two months passed, unsinned:
a brief bliss, then an era of distress.
That she was luckless couldn't be so true.
She gave birth to six children, quite a few.

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Catherine of Aragon, Queen of England IX

She gave birth to six children, quite a few. 
On her third pregnancy, King Henry sailed
to fight a war in France; and to pursue
his claim upon the French throne, but he failed.
He won some battles though and thereby seized
some cities -- thus regaining English pride.
But while away French allied Scotsmen squeezed
upon the border, movement quickly spied.
The queen was left as regent, so as head
she readied England for the looming fight.
At Flodden Field, the Earl of Surrey led
the English troops and put the Scots to flight.
With her six children, Tudor blood should thrive.
But three sons died, a daughter would survive.

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Catherine of Aragon, Queen of England X

But three sons died, a daughter would survive.
That could well serve as fitting epithet
for Catherine whom Fate would soon deprive
of happiness despite her queenly feat.
To further establish the Tudor line,
The king was greatly anxious for a son.
Though rival claims had ceased or in decline,
New trouble might erupt if he were gone.
The king began to treat her dismally;
with people though, she kept her love affair.
The queen engrossed herself with charity
and raising daughter Mary as an heir.
For all her worth, she didn't get her due.
The king diminished her in public view.

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Catherine of Aragon, Queen of England XI

The king diminished her in public view
but Catherine remained quite popular.
He sought a male heir (with somebody new)
as to avert another civil war.
Since England never had a ruling queen,
so Mary's prospect was a risky thing.
He asked annulment but then Catherine
rejected such proposal by the king.
His envoys now scoured Europe for support,
the pope's assent most crucial to obtain.
And then the queen was banished from the court,
her old rooms occupied by Anne Boleyn.
'Twas sad how so low would her fortunes dive.
But she behaved quite queenly while alive.

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Catherine of Aragon, Queen of England XII

But she behaved quite queenly while alive
though fate and fortune shook her up and down.
In gracious times her queenly traits would thrive;
the bad times showed that she deserved her crown.
The people faithfully supported her
(while Anne Boleyn was vilified and mocked).
When riding out, the crowds would wildly cheer
that left the king and privy council shocked.
"Inciting to rebellion!" she was warned
with threats to move from London and her child.
The king had willed, the people's wish be darned,
to void their tie through forceful means or mild.
She wouldn't give up for material gain.
One final painful blow would yet remain.

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Catherine of Aragon, Queen of England XIII

One final painful blow would yet remain.
She couldn't just renounce her legal right
and that of Mary -- oh, the mother's pain!
Her means constricted, she pursued the fight.
Those siding with the king received rewards:
appointments, money and the monarch's grace.
Those siding with the queen soon afterwards
were jailed, dismissed or barred to see her face.
The king's "great matter" reached its peak at home
when Anne got pregnant, an affair of state.
The Church of England broke away from Rome
so that the child be born legitimate.
But ere the break,a secret wedded twain:
The king in secret married Anne Boleyn.

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Catherine of Aragon, Queen of England XIV

The king in secret married Anne Boleyn,
his powers soon would span religion's scope.
And thus began Britannia's willful reign
that answered to no overlord nor pope.
But Catherine was just as quick and tough:
she'd writ both pope and holy emperor
that no war should be waged on her behalf.
She wrote not after schism -- but before!
Her health declined with her diminished lot:
she'd moved to lesser castles, seldom seen.
Though she was buried in an abby plot,
the people still regarded her as queen.
The height of queenliness she did attain.
Born Catalina, regal child of Spain.

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 Catherine of Aragon, Queen of England XV

Born Catalina, regal child of Spain,

She was destined to be the English queen.

All England cheered the prospect of her reign. 

That strange new land she reached at age fifteen

First Arthur's, she became his brother's bride.

Young Henry just ascended to the throne.

The Tudors' right to rule solidified,

Through her superior bloodline, widely known,

She gave birth to six children, quite a few. 

But three sons died, ONE daughter would survive.

The king diminished her in public view

But she behaved quite queenly while alive

One final painful blow would yet remain.

The king in secret married Anne Boleyn.

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(c) Lawrence R. Eberhart and Jose M. Rizal Reyes -November 2013

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