There once was a princess of the manor born...
Heart full of love,and yet forlorn...
For though she was a maiden fair...
With long tresses of flaxen hair...
With body lithe and pleasing upon the eye...
Listening to many a suitors plantive cry...
That spoke of love,the ever always lover...
Only to find him in the arms of another...
Till her heart slowly turned to rust...
And she found it hard to trust...
The words of any man...
With a promise in his hand...
Of love forever, love so deep...
His word he would always keep...
Only to be broken , and like before...
Sealed with the sound of a closing door...
Leaving only the dark and the rain...
Filling her lonely heart with pain...
Till armor around her heart she placed...
Draping round it like woven lace...
That none could pierce, nor erase...
The magic of her private place...
And yet no man could understand...
Why she would not hold his hand...
-Casey-