The Lost One Poem by Mark Heathcote

Perdita you were born in a prison,
Abandoned by your foolhardy father
Yet weren't the stars of heaven commission
To follow in your track like a mother.

"In truth, wonder-were-you-really-lost"
It's profound how someone's fate twists and turns
Yet-righteousness still yearns in permafrost
Waiting to explore; unending, concerns

Waylaid with misfortune your life began
Till a shepherd took you in as his own,
Warmth shone till a prince took you to his divan
And your royal heritage became known.

Prince Florizel did disguise himself
A merchant and so flee to Sicilia
Where they could marry and there finds herself
The one-true-lost princess of Sicilia