The Prince-less Princess

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.