The Death Of Her Prince (Poetry)

Her suitor from across the sea
the tall young man so straight and true
a figure from romance’s age
his hair so blond, his blood so blue

And how he wooed his future queen
only she, on this dark day
can dwell upon — console herself
now his warm hand has slipped away

For only she knows how it was
when they first met — princess and prince
how her heart leapt to catch his smile
and how she’s loved him ever since

Obeying rules of protocol
and shadowed by a chaperone
few were the opportunities
for those who scheme to be alone

Yet surely there were moments when
they sneaked away from public view
and stole a brief clandestine kiss
the way determined lovers do

Perhaps there were some magic nights
he danced her laughing off her feet
the ballroom memory a haze
his words, his touch what made it sweet

Their wedding, then the waiting throne
him ever-constant at her side
throughout the turmoil of the years
her confidante and trusted guide

Grief has no depth, it has no sides
Death’s chasm yawns and never heals
they kept their vows and now he’s gone
and only she knows how that feels