do you have your bottle of wine
and your box of tissues ready?
because this is the saddest
of all stories ever written...
I met him.
HIM
my prince charming
you know, “the one”.
I dreamed of.
and more.
handsome and smart
brave and courageous
loyal and faithful.
everything.
the complete package
the whole enchilada.
and he says I am his angel
I am “the one”
everything he dreamed of
and didn’t think he’d find.
he says I’m his hero.
he says I’m smart and funny
beautiful and charming,
patriotic and thoughtful.
everything
his complete package
the whole enchilada.
we are not only in love
but we are the best of friends.
I’ve never had that before.
when he says “smile my angel”.
I smile.
No matter what, I smile.
He made me trust again
and I made him believe again.
and our souls touched
even though our lips haven’t.
and I dream of him and I ache for him,
people say it all the time
without meaning it
but I would die for him.
and yet…
the thing is…
i can’t have him.
he doesn’t live here,
he will never live here.
he is a traveling soldier,
and can’t call anyplace home.
not for long anyway.
he has been called to war
and will be called again.
he is my hero, my prince.
he wants to make me his princess.
but he has no castle.
and a princess with no castle
is like a rainbow with no colors.
so this fairytale has no ending.
no happily ever after
because true love doesn’t end
it goes on into the ever after
to be continued in the next life
where time and distance don’t matter
and the prince and princess
have a beautiful castle
and live happily ever after
into infinity and eternity.
1-8-08
The title attracted me to this Poem.... I love the story...... Sometimes 'Lifes narration' doesn't end like it does in the books! Great work..... RogerX
This is a very beautiful story poem, though so sad... I have heard that soldiers' girlfriends aren't princesses at all, so their boyfriends don't need to look for the castle... Love never worries about the place - it follows its heart wherever it goes, for good and bad...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I suspect this is written from personal experience, and not your imagination. A raging angst exist within every fiber of this composition......even the title. No amount of wine, nor tissues could ever possibly suffice! A poignant 10 my friend....