I know a Prince whose face burns like the sun
And whose crown is kissed by diamonds.
His castle rules the stars of the heavens;
His chariot rides on the wings of the clouds.
Do you hear the song of this Prince?
He says that he is
I know a girl whose feet are black with ashes
And whose clothes are ragged and torn.
Her house sits, crumbling, on the outskirts of the village;
Her hands are rough with blisters and callouses.
She has never known riches or romance.
But she aches to fall
One bright morning the Prince on his white steed
Takes a gallop through the woods.
Dashing out of the trees, whose house should he pass
But the poor maiden’s. And she
Only just appearing in the doorway
Pauses at the sight of this rider on his horse.
Trembling besets her, the pulse
Breathless, heart pounding, eyes wide.
But now she tears away her gaze,
Lowers her head, and slides back into the shadows.
She is a lowly slave; he is a Prince.
How can she even consider
That together they might partake
She does not see the reaction of the Prince.
An intense longing, almost desperation,
Sparks his eyes, and he reigns in his horse.
With gaze set on the dark doorway,
The Prince leaps from the stallion.
Could he be coming
His steps are firm but hurried. Pausing not,
He runs up to the cottage only to stop at the empty door.
For a long moment, he only stares.
Then his voice, soft, beckoning,
“Come with me, dearest; I await you.
Forsake your rags
She is there in a moment, blushing,
But she will not meet his eyes.
Hearing the tremor of her heart,
The Prince bows before her on one knee.
Holding his hands out to her, he whispers,
“I am in love with you.
Will you open your heart to me,
Now she is sobbing, for her heart thrills,
Yet panics, at the Prince’s words.
“You would have me?” she gasps.
“If you will say yes,” he replies.
She nods; he smiles, then laughs out loud.
Oh, what a beautiful thing -
Flinging his arms around her shoulders
And begging her rest her head on his chest,
The Prince sweeps the girl away in his love.
He has found her. He has taken her from the ashes
And let her become his princess.
He has captured her heart
Their romance will never know an end.
Need I explain?
I am the girl, and the Prince is my Lord.
His voice has called to me
With a passion I can never match, only accept.
He pursues me