She was born a Princess
as pretty as can be.
Her hair was woven sunlight.
Her eyes contained the sea.
She was born a healer,
a guidance to the lost.
To be a secret keeper.
To warm away the frost.
She was born bedazzled
of gilded ruby heart.
A silver sigh for sorrow.
Wisdom did not depart.
She was born a princess
more Grace you\'ll never see.
And now I get to hold her
For she is now my queen.