Dark kohl eyes search the midnight summer's dream,
Beyond the canopy of twisted flora
Across the sun rays kissed stream.
Her eyes,hopes engraved deep,
frisk the flowery tales across the horizon,
Once lost and forgotten,
buried under the age's yoke.
"I'l find love.",said she,
looking out the casement of towered walls,
little sure of the love she promised her soul.
Knights came, came men from across the world of riches and hues,
But none could touch her bosom deep,
Some said,"Her Highness is difficult to impress."
"Her pride will kill her slow.",said some.
No one understood the woman inside her,
Desperate to love and being loved.
She wanted no riches, no wealth,
Jewels she wanted nevermore.
All she asked for, a tinge of love.
unbroken, unconditioned, untamed
of the vileness of the world.
Valiant and juvenile,
she still awaits her Knight,
Chivalrous, bound by the 'cote of Love',
And yet still, her heart hopes,
"I'l find love."
If not in tonight's sunset.
then at tomorrow's sunrise.