Ph: Fantasy: Prince Charming's Lament Poem by Brian Johnston

What is there in life that can come even close to
The dream that comes true when you hold in your arms
The lithe form of a girl you first loved without knowing?
New world in a dance that was born of hearts showing,
In dusk’s fading light you learn more of her charms

What was it that moved me to trust love so quickly
Revealing a heart wanting much more than friend?
When new day comes will trace of the evening still linger…
Like blossoming smiles with the touch of a finger
Emotions that dance when all melodies end.

First evening that flowed so much slower than honey
Is rushing with unseemly pace for the door
Now I hear that she came to the dance in a pumpkin
And with her escape I feel just like a bumpkin
Her slipper of glass all I’m left to adore.