a (love) story

the bonny lass with hair as fair
as the morning shining sun,
would look out her palace window in despair
gloomily, grumblingly, glum.
waiting for her charming prince,
who would be caring, loving, and sweet,
it had been a while since
she had been swept off her feet.

born to the queen and king,
who were now turning rather old,
in thirty days to exchange a ring
she had been strictly told.
on the day that they would wed,
she had been promised white horses and doves,
the one problem that wasn't said:
the bonny lass had never been in love.

each day suitors came,
from kingdoms far away,
with many deeds to their name,
to hear what the princess had to say.
each day rode in handsome lads,
tall and short, young and old,
every type their kingdom had,
cowardly, timid, brave and bold.

and so our young lass
dolled up every single day,
she was asked to withhold her sass
and appear pretty, merry, coy and gay,
her tiny waist was tied
in a corset rather tight,
while she silently sighed,
everyone oblivious to he plight.

her yellow hair was brushed
rather shyly by her maid,
over the princess she did fuss
while her hair she quietly made.
she parted the golden strands,
with fingers delicate and thin,
with patience and soft hands,
the only time the princess did grin.

each day for twenty days
the princess met new men,
by her parents' rules she did play,
but they were flustered when
they saw her dwindling interest,
about her they worried,
they just wanted her best,
but, ah, love cannot be hurried.

and thus on the thirtieth day,
the princess blushingly confessed
the kingdom didn't know what to say,
but soon the couple was blessed.
a smile replaced the frowns,
admittedly they made an enchanting pair,
especially in the two bride gowns -
the princess and the girl who brushed her hair.

~ a love story