She is an entity of beauty.
She is the calm breeze through the violent winds.
Her blonde hair glistens in the morning sun.
Her eyes mesmerize with a single glare.
She is fascinating and illuminating.
She is the first star I see in the sky.
She wears the crown in every dream and reality.
She attires it with exquisiteness.
But then I look in the mirror.
A thought begins to ponder.
Where is the prince?
Of this princess?
A man of myself seems unworthy.
For that I cannot compare.
To her, I am a merely a fool.
To me, she is a goddess.
She may set forth towards a better man.
That thy may obsess over later.
And I will cry helplessly.
While she will be in an internal bliss.
I only dream to hold her hand in majesty.
But, my dreams will be dreams.
They will be haunting dreams.
I would die for them to be true.
But, the goddess may see my face in the crowd.
Jump for joy for me.
Shout of my name.
And I may smile at her with her staring at me.
For she the fairest amongst all royalty.
She needs a prince.
I plea for the most beautiful hand.
I will kiss it and embrace it… forever.