Her lips are red as rose hips,
Her smile like a thousand diamonds.
But her beauty does nothing to obscure,
the feeling and rapture that I endure.

Her voice sings like birdsong,
Her hair falls like silk and satin.
His laughter pulls me to enthralled affection,
That I hide away in royal discretion.

To love her is what I desire,
But never do our eyes ignite.
Whereas his burn with heated browns,
That in intensity and passion drown.

She sees the glimpses put to side,
Her dissapointment true and undisguised.
She sighs so softly then steps away,
Aware that the crown is what she's paid.

With one pained and honest look,
To the brother and prince that stands behind.
Confession printed on every line,
Knowing that his desire is equal to mine.

The Princess leaves,
The Prince he lingers,
A single kiss he grants to fingers.
Then to the night he quietly whispers.

"You are mine and i am yours,
And in your presence my heart it soars,
On holy wings it climbs ever higher,
And burns as deeply as hells red fire.
So kiss me once and do not delay,
For i will be gone by the light of day.
To the horizon and out of sight,
To free us both from our sleepless nights."

And with those words a knife did render,
Tearing deep with no surrender.
The price I would have paid,
To make my prince stay,
Haunts me to this very day.