With few clues I search her soul
That seems to write of what she holds
Real close to heart, secret all hers
This special place where she is stirred
She writes of love and heartbreak themes
Are they just stories or what she dreams
While she lives life absorbing all
The all but him that fails to call
Sola Mia, keeps what will answer
Questions that taunt in her unanswered
Surely she whose face commands
Will find true love and special man
No need to rush, I'm sure she's crushed
By love letters painted by brush
With colors fine just like she is
Perfect in hue that once was his
This write for her probably won't do
My hope is that it she will approve
These few sincere letters that make
A princess smile when she awakes