Her Prince.

She stares at herself

So bare and exposed 

With a softness in her eyes

And a tightness in her cheeks

She brings herself joy 

Then takes another peak 

With eyes so wide

And lips so frail 

A tear falls down 

Her rosie little cheek 

She shatters inside 

Like the mirror she sees

Cutting her soul 

And making her bleed 

She grabs her dress

And picks up her shoes 

Wipes off her face 

And gets in the mood 

To meet all the guests

Dancing in her ballroom 

Before she knows 

Her prince enters the room

Leaving nothing but the sound

Of his clicking shoes 

He asks for a dance 

With a bow and a hand

Gazes into her eyes 

 And kisses her forehead 

He tells her she's beautiful 

With a smile so kind

That she can't help but 

Advert her eyes

He sees her tears 

And grabs her chin

Pulling her close

Into his embrace 

She looks into his eyes

Lost by the sea

She realizes 

He was meant for me.