I Didn't need the Prince
I sat in my tower spending each hour reading my books, while maintaining my looks
Each book exciting, revealing, all intriguing
Each day mother came home and my hair tumbled downward
My favorite book is the one on navigation: how to travel through the woods, the seas, the world
Oh how I wondered what was out there in the world
Princes? Dragons? Villages and Kingdoms?
Each day a new daydream
Maybe one day I'll travel
Down to the valley
Down to the sea
To a new place foreign to me...as if the outside were any different
Could you imagine my surprise when a man stood on my windowsill
He told me of lands beyond my imagining. A life greater than the one I was living.
A traveler he was. Going from place to place, learning new cultures, ideas, people,
But he was lost and needed a guide.
I ran to my shelf and gave him the book
I've read it a million times
He took it with thanks and walked to the sill
Ready to leave
Then he turned and grasped my hands
"Let's go," he said, "Away from here" and with that I cut my hair
It became the rope that brought us down the tower
It became my ticket to a new life
We saw new lands and cultures
We visited the kingdom and I met the prince
But he was no match for my own
How could I become a princess? I spent my entire life in a tower,
Why subject myself to that forever?
I chased my companion through the woods
He left.
Why?
Jealousy? He thought I wanted the prince, he thought I deserved the prince
But I didn't want him
I wanted the man who traveled with me, saw the world,
Knew me, loved me, for the person I am
I poured out my words to him as he tried to walk away
A prince is not a man who lives in a castle or is of royal lineage
A prince is the man I love the one who has always known me
Shares my dreams, adventures, passions. Knows my failures and still stays with me
Helps me no matter what and always stays by my side
He turns and follows my voice back to me
My Prince and his Princess
Travelers of the world
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