who wouldn't want
a happy ever after,
especially when your young mind was fed
with a fairytale-kind of forever,
but as i grow old
and have fallen in
and out of love,
have taken risks and did
some closed-eyes dive,
i have learned
to be scared,
and a bit adamant,
to crave but at the same time fear
gambling, betting for love.

yes, my finger waits
for that coveted ring,
but i know, i'm sure,
i am a queen,
with or without a king.  

but it doesn't mean
i am unwilling,
to meet you, to have you,
my nameless soul's kin.