There's a pretty lady that awaits
Her nights and heart empty it seems
Waiting to held and adored
By someone she knows,or perhaps only dreams
A believing heart carries her thru the days
But as the sun sets, lonely sets in like the night
Young and lovely, time is on her side
Time alone for this maiden, is time wasted without her knight
Love is not unknown to her
She has felt it's caress, and it's pain
Her spirit and faith intact
Onward, she knows her search for him will not be in vain
Somewhere there's a knight
His arms and heart also in need of filling
Perhaps with help they'll find one another
Two more dreams fulfilled,hope,luck, and fate willing
If after reading this poem...or story perhaps
You think maybe it's about you
Maybe it is, maybe it's not
But if your reading with brown eyes, I hope they never turn blue
