My love may never guess just how time flies,
Or how things go, but this of her I know,
She smiles despite sadness cast in her eyes,
The way sunsets, before darkness would glow;
And so discreet, more than grooming requires,
A princess that no stepmother will miss,
In fairy tales, the jewel of empires,
Or Beauty sleeping, waiting for that kiss;
In ivory towers are oft exiled,
Damsels of worth, as love of mine is one,
Nothing, as yet, has her fancy beguiled,
For what she seeks, I even may have none;
.....Time flows so slow, too slow for her to feel,
.....But just as well, there is much to reveal.
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