LEARNING FAIRYTALES ARE REAL.

Nothing is more magical than when a princess learns fairytales are real.
They become excited to wear dresses and a bow on their heels.
They feel relieved to drop the sword,
And turn their attention towards someone they adored.
Watch them dance in the ballroom with a glimmer in their eyes.
Her elegance looks like she can take to the skies.
It’s not because she thinks she’s perfect that she sings,
But because she has finally been saved by a king.
A princess is not royalty but a woman of a quiet spirit.
A woman of character her husband calls dearest.
A woman who knows what she wants out of life.
And thinks it to be a great honor to be called someone’s wife.
She never wanted to work for the merchants in the square.
But relished loving someone who truly cared.
How long did the princess slave out in the mud?
All for the sake of someone else’s blood.
She shines brightest where she belongs.
Especially if it’s somewhere her heart has always longed.

R.D. Jess