Princess

Beneath a sky of Spanish moon, I sang her name aloud,

A princess draped in golden dreams, a love that once I vowed.

We danced on shores of yesterday, where waves would softly weep,

But time has stolen all our stars, and left me here to sleep.

Her crown was made of whispered songs, of promises and light,

But even queens can fade away into the endless night.

I hold her in a melody, though kingdoms fall apart,

For every prince has lost a love—and carries it in his heart.