I want to be a princess
To walk in miles of silent gardens
Each flower blooming brilliance in my wake
Each bird screeching songs of joyfulness as I pass
Each forest creature following my path, nudging me with gentle noses and tails
I want to be swathed in the simplest of gowns
So simple, that each golden curve of design makes it more beautiful than any extravagant ball gown
The slope of the neck and the light pleats of the skirt
Trailing careful sparks of magic from the places the fabric and my skin brush
Everyone will gasp at my beauty
The soft glow of my skin so humble
Each curl of every golden lock catches the sunshine, even on cloudy days
And my eyes
They shall be the bluest in the land
But I keep the tips of my lashes lowered upon my blushed cheeks for anyone who gazes too long
Is entranced by the soft waves crashing on a white shore
I want to only be troubled by my mother's tightness and my father's naivety
I want to be stubborn, to turn away every suitor stumbling in my path
I want to lose my toys and such in the garden and upon looking for them
I want to come across a toad
And the toad will hold out my toy in the palm of his slimy hand
He will say Princess! In return for this act of kindness, I only ask you of one boon!
I will kneel in the softest, greenest of grasses and ask What boon may I grant you, dear toad?
The he shall ask for a kiss and in the glory of this act, his insignificant body shall be changed into a prince
I want to hesitate before I kiss the dripping lips of the toad
Because hesitation will turn to magnificence as Prince Charming appears and says
I told you so