Sweet princess

She's so brave my sweet princess
Facing the angry mob to pledge her heart
Leaping from her comfortable familiar perch
Into the depths of a brand new start

She's so scared my sweet princess
Dancing still the king and queen's tune
Hurting with each imagined hurt
Stirred by every connected spoon

She's so in love my sweet princess
Fighting through tears to see me clear
Carrying weary all the weights bestowed
Telling me truths that I can't quite hear

She's so gentle my sweet princess
Every thought seems first for another
Yet at the end of each long day
Her ultimate thought is for me her lover


Jan 2001 Mark Broomhall

 

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