She stands within a lonely tower-
Patiently stands, and awaits the hour
When her knight in shining armor will finally come for her.
She stands with hands across her heart
Afraid a foe will steal a part
Of what she’s saved and hoped and dreamed to give to only one.
Tightly clasped her hands appear
To the average man. The one who does not lift a spear
Will never gain this damsel’s hand.
Some may pry and prod and push, and some may toss away,
Negligent of the priceless prize that may
Be the blessed encouragement and strength through their day.
The Princess’s lovely heart is not a simple thing
The complexity of its ways continually confusion bring
Unto the girl and all true knights who would try to seek her heart.

From the distance, in the east, along with the rising sun,
She sees a knight approaching fast- it is the king’s own son.
He comes to gently speak to her, and tell her of his love.
At first he sits atop his steed, a distance from the castle
He calls to her, to hear to voice, and wonders at her answer:
She wishes him not to come, and bid him, “Go away!”
He looks confused, then laughs out loud
And gallops all the faster. Onward over the castle bridge, dust a rising cloud
He will not be discouraged from the adventure now.
She turns away and tightly grips her hands across her heart,
Unwilling to believe it’s him, joys and tears and fears in part
She sits hopefully expectant, yet half in anxiety.
He races up the winding steps, each movement brings
A thrilling beat upon his heaving chest. Kings
Of old told him the way to this captivating treasure.
The adventure’s just begun
As he jumps the steps and breaks his run.
He quietly approaches the door of the damsel’s tower.

He knocks upon the wooden door,
Her footsteps fall across the floor
And silently-
She lets him in.

The knight reaches out to take her hand
But she steps back, looks down and
Blushes at his eagerness and zeal.
The mystery and the suspense
Do not diminish his high spirits. She puts down her defense,
And he tells her his great tales.
She listens quite intently, and hangs on every word
As the battles, fights and conquests gallantly unfold—
All was done for her.
He must not only speak his love
But show in more than words of
His love for her alone.
She smiles when he has finished speaking.
Then looks away to keep from weeping.
Unsure of what to say or do,
Her previous fears returning fast,
The comfort gone- it could not last.
Disbelieving, fearing heart- it stops…

He reaches over and between her hands
Slips his own, the moment planned.
He’s found his way into her heart.

Every fear, now joy imparts.