Staring at the clock as it strikes past six

Wondering if ever they could hold on to this

Riding past the narrow fields across the land

Nothing in sight but the road that won't end

The waiting seemed longer than time immemorial

Anticipation seems like a killer so serial

The white couch stoof not far from sight

The mighty prince on it so visible at night

The horses start to gallop gently on the road

Wondering which route it will take the load

He takes the hand of the lady upon his own

Assuring her they have not fully separately grown

The princess keeps holding back tears from her eyes

Away from his view as she begins to sigh

The grip had tightened to a warm embrace

Gently wrapping her body in that familiar solace

He wanted to let her know how he feels bu he couldn't

She wanted to be engrossed in the magical torment

Painstakingly she withdrew from his touch

Knowing in her heart that she still loves him so much

The night was young in their exchange of laughters

But beneath those were bleeding hearts so terribly bothered

Tormented and torn by what must and must not be

Neglecting their feelings for the sake of morality

The prince knew there was not much to be done

He let her go as to three strikes the short hand

Even for the shortest of all good times

"Tis was the happiest moment and was sublime

She wanted to stay so much in her heart

But the magic might not somehow have torn them apart

He did not hold her back hard enough, she thought

Thus, she had her coachmen fetch her in the cold

"Tis was the one night their both hearts hearts desired

But no closure had happened only painful retires

He stole from her a kiss on th elips or two

She wanted to give more but in sorrowful adieu

She could have risked her life for even a hug

Bow in her deep core impounds a big thug

There can be no more days as blissful as this

Now she could only hope for was the touch of his lips

The prince had turned into a fearsome beast

One who must hide in shadows of the mist

Gone are the coachmen who sired for her ride

Gone are the sweet nothings that gave her a high

Back to reality she lives as a maid

Working in toil to get what she's paid

The magic of their love had vanished into thin air

All that was left was the bond that's barely there

She loves the prince in deafening silence

And forever awaits for his hopeless presence