Once upon a time, I was a girl of dreams,
Who found a prince in the silken seams
Of daylight, where your smile would gleam—
A love that lived in whispered streams.

At thirteen, my heart was a fragile rose,
Awakening in the softest throes
Of something wild, untamed, and pure—
A secret love that couldn't endure.

I wonder now, as I wait in silence,
If fate still plays with such defiance.
Will your eyes meet mine like stars in bloom,
Or will they pass, like light through gloom?

My hands, once small, now tremble still—
Like branches in the wind’s soft thrill.
For in my chest, a story lies,
Of how I watched you leave, goodbyes unsaid,
Underneath an endless sky.

I’ve been the princess, trapped in her tower,
Dreaming of a love, but feeling its power
Slip away like a fading spell,
A castle built that could not quell.

The fairytale’s gone, the magic dim,
But still, I wait—though the light grows thin.
For if you return like a knight from war,
Would my heart bloom, or would it soar?

I fear the hands that reached for me,
The prince who never truly could see.
But still, there’s a part that hopes, that dreams,
That our love was not lost in fleeting beams.

For in the garden of forgotten things,
The flowers of youth still softly sing,
And I—though older, wiser, more—
Wait for the fairy tale, the love once pure.

Perhaps it’s time to let the spell break,
To release the heart that cannot wake.
But should you find me, after all this time,
Would my heart return to its fated climb?

I will wait—though the story’s unclear,
For in my heart, you still appear,
A prince from a past that fades like mist—
A love that lingers, hard to resist.