Not a Real Princess

Not A Real Princess . . .
 With A Castle By The Sea.
 No Beaus Come Round To Joust My Love
Or Climb Cross Thy Burning Stones.

 I Am Not A Real Princess.
 No Swathes Of Scarlet, Or Ivory Adorn My Porcelain Breasts
 No Pearls Of Oysters Grand, Strung About My Dainty Neck.
 Of The Crystals, The Diamonds, The Gold
 They’re Absent From My Wishful Soul.

 I Am Not A Princess,
 But Waiting Just The Same
 I Am Not A Real Princess.
 But Someday A Real Princess 
I Will Be.