Heart Rhythm Poem by Tess Rockenstire

In my dream you and I laughing
You open the door to my imagination
Like a nymph, dressed in white satin.
Coyly I combed my black silky hair,
With white orchid pinned to my head,
Fits to be the princess of Ewu.

I see from the distance a handsome prince,
In all galore.
Like a young stag galloping in a white horse.
He reaches for the bedroom door with his face stern.
I gasped my breath and looked down his shoe,
And found this prince filled in cow’s manure.

Nay! He sighed sorry I was out of town.
These young men came, in full speed.
Into the tavern I fail and bounced -off
To the corral I went.
Should I not be welcome?
Should I not be bathe in the princess’ love?

I’ll bathe you until the morning breaks.
Ask your mama be I fit for the prince?
Does your kingdom welcome a foreigner?
Is the prince fit for the throne?
Tell me when you are crowned as king,
Shall I be your queen?