And I shall move
dressed in gentle breeze
of aspirations.
Searching for the
one to fill my heart
with love.

I move, in forest walls
and open lands
carrying backpack of faith
and hope.

I dart from pond to pond
hoping to see my prince
emerge who will
shelter my dreams.

Time passes,
as I embrace the sun
welcoming its friendship
and encouragement.

As I surrender
to realize
many a frog must be kissed
before finding
my beloved princeling.

Ribbit Ribbit, me thinks I
hear his song.