Perhaps his horse has thrown a shoe,
or he has found a Grail or two.
I’m not sure what to think or do. –
He’s very overdue.

He’ll turn up soon; of that I’m sure. –
I’ve prayed so hard my knees are sore. –
With every breath my lips implore
that he’ll beat down my door.

I’m sure he’s not forgotten me.
Be patient; you are bound to see
a life lit by the ecstasy
my prince will bring to me.

One day, he’ll sweep me off my feet.
This girlish heart will skip a beat,
and I will know my life’s complete
and happy as can be!

Until that day, I must believe
that there’s one man who won’t deceive
or take and break my heart, then leave
me flat for all to see

but rather love and cherish me,
a man of some integrity –
who’s learned to spell ‘fidelity’ –
O, he’s the one for me.

And yet perhaps it’s much too late
to seek and find that noble mate.
A honey-trap requires fresh bait
and now, at last, I see –

my prince won’t come for me.