Her

my thoughts keep returning to her
a woman I hardly know
except in my dreams

a face of the warmest sincerity
with a subtle hint of mischief
and rebelliousness
that comforts and thrills me
at the same time

all the others fade into obscurity

she says she wants to meet
I have yet to awaken from this dream

the future is one of infinite possibilities
I desire only one

but does she realize that I am a fool?

is it really even possible
that such a fool might someday
be accepted and loved
by a princess?