French Girls
French Girls
Black-eyed French girls,
Queens in their blood.
Once upon a time
They sat before mirrors
That reflected them
Imperfectly.
Kingdoms depended
On what the air
Was doing to their hair,
Or something a knight
Had said but didn't
Mean. Now, in Florence,
They follow their parents,
Hot and footsore
Like any tourist.
But don't forget to
Remember when
They turned to you,
The servant in the hall,
Their eyes full of tears.