Dreaming of things that cannot be
This prince pauper living blindly
Will step upon a throne made up
Wishes jingling inside of his cup
Her carriage draws near, closer to his heart
Patiently he awaited this moment to start
Becoming speechless, as she steps out to shop
His feeble trinkets and wares her last stop
She glances at him, asking him what is this
Pausing he responds it's a magical kiss
She questions the magic behind what he claims
Responding once more, it not leaves one the same
Her curious look, her innocent face
Wishing he could touch, her soft pearly face
She asks with great smile how this can be so
He says close your eyes and you soon will know
She looks at the object then closes her eyes
He whispers softly in her ear how he's tried
Wishing he could be a prince for a day
But a frog he is not, a pauper he's stayed
He tells of the dragons, he's slayed to win her
Placing hands that are royal on his heart she does stir
Ending this love story, he wakes once again
To tend to his needs, and cup he befriends
