Born into a palace
with servants of every sort
with servants of every sort
a cook
a maid
a gardener
a stable hand
Her hair flowed to the ground
the color of golden straw
Lips like strawberries
sweet and luscious
The land of Contentment
was her beginnings
Ever so beautiful
ever so grand
Her father was a king
one of great valor
a heart filled with kindness
Her mother a queen
beauty unrivaled
a disposition that matched
She had one older sister
and one younger
They did not posses
the beauty of the princess
but equaled her
in character
She was a kind princess
a loving soul
It is a world beings
dream of
One inhabitants hope never
to wake up from
—-
The princess walks amongst
the commoners
with no airs
Some despise her for
her beauty but she takes no
offense
She is grateful for the
blessings she’s been
given
She listens with an open
heart but walks away
when she senses harm
will befall her
She does not judge
and will not give weight
to those who judge her
She has many friends
but has yet to meet her prince
Many have courted her
none have earned her heart
She needs a mate as tender
as she
one with romantic flare
a master of banter
of play
She knows she will meet
him some day
For it has been promised
So she lives her life as content
as her land
No need for a man
Each day
better
than the other…
By Lynn Hahn
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