the true princess cares not
that her robes
once graced a window.
the true princess cares not
that her coronet
was, until yesterday, a yoghurt tub, and buttons
the true princess cares not
that her ballroom
is a tinselled school gymnasium
the true princess
is not born of kings
the true princess
holds court in my heart
the true princess
moves with easy grace
through
a convocation of minor royalty
I only have to look at her to see she's a true princess, just as you say.
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ReplyDeleteAnother great poem, and a true princess indeed.
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