She was the princess fair
the one with golden hair.
Beneath her white linen glove
was the ring from her true love.
The princess lived in fear
her father, the King, would hear
she loved a common man
and he their love would ban.
One day her father came to know
of their romance and how it did grow.
He devised a cruel and viscous plan
to trick her lover and kill the man.
A law was passed by the King
that left a mark, a bitter sting
upon the princess' heart
her lover would soon depart.
He had been drafted in the King's army
and soon her love would go to sea
to fight in some distant land
just as the king had planned.
She kissed him at the royal pier
and watched the vessel disappear.
She did not know as he left
of the soon approaching theft.
Six months to the day
from the time it sailed away
The King's great ship returned.
How her heart soared and burned.
She post haste went to the dock
and was disheartened from the shock.
Her love they said had died
and how the princess cried.
There by the shore that night.
She beheld the far distant light.
It called across the mystic sea
and she sought death's mystery.
"Farwell!' she cried
"My love has died.
Now I must go see
if he does wait for me."
The King he came. Alas too late
the princess would not wait.
She walked into the frothy waves
for some heartache nothing staves.
They are there, from time to time
enthralled, lost in their love sublime
and there beneath the linen glove
is the ring of her true love.