When I first saw her,
It was love at first sight.
She wanted not my royalty.
She wanted not a dime.
Just a dance with a man she saw across the room.
We moved with such bliss.
I was no Prince Charming. There were no expectations to meet.
Just a man and a woman. She took me from my world.
For the first time in my burdensome life of royalty,
I found a woman who wanted nothing but I.
With her I was naked and free. Free to be just me.
Like the shooting star she was,
She came and went.
Leaving nothing but beautiful stardust, to confirm her existence.
My love was blind. I followed her glow and found the star and my life…dimmed.
I married a woman I barely knew.
A fantasy my desperate mind placed on a stranger. An escape.
Irony would have it that I too was her escape.
She was a poor girl looking to escape her troublesome world.
She found a prince and made him her ticket to freedom.
She was just like the others.
Full of unrealistic needs and expectations.
Can a man not just be a man? Or is man doomed to always play hero and savior?
I never tried to repaint her beautiful canvas.
So why does she try to paint over an already finished work of art?
Cinderella, you made me feel so normal that night.
But why is it now you expect me to be anything more than a man?