A night laid it's
Indigo spreadsheet
Across the sky
The moon , a pocket of light

Masterpiece , stares at
The deep blue
Her heart was missing
Something ; something that she felt

Brewing like chamomile tea
Love stirred in her breast
Love...Nothing like that lived
In her mind but soon she though

And thought ...
                          And thought ...

Until she remembered

She's crippled
No prince will marry her
With her many faults...