Not being an angel descended from heaven,
Nor an enhancingly beautiful nymph from the wood,
I do not dream of a prince on a white horse,
Nor of a suave, majestic aristocrat; whose heart is good;
Nor am I a damsel in distress,
Looking for a knight in shining armor;
Just a simple girl,
A true lover is all I desire.
The one who sees the sorrows hidden from all,
Brings out the smile, hidden by grief;
A loving word from whom,
Can set my trapped heart free.
Walking among the crowd, as lonely as ever;
A painted smile, hiding the heart, full of tears;
Waiting for that hand, which will pull me away from this world;
Whose love shall ease all my fears.
Just waiting for the person, whose princess I shall be;
Whose love will be as pure as the morning dew;
The one, whose eyes full of trust, will look into mine and say
"Oh my love! I have been looking for you!"