The tug of his smiles, which I saw only few;
The drips down my face now common as morning dew.
I long for one's fingertips to brush my own,
Yet here I reside, on the castle floors, still all alone.
I'm not desperate, I long only for one;
My heart stays loyal to him while he stays loyal to none.
He must see me, acknowledge me, and knows that I'm here,
Though remain as I will as nothing dear.
A shoe left behind as I tripped in my love;
It never came back, it was never again heard of.
When midnight struck, my gown withered away,
To the raggy clothing I wore every other day.
Did the truth hit him? Or did he see betrayal?
I couldn't fathom or know, maybe something had been fatal.
I lie in my worry, washing in silence.
I debate if it's worthy to even wait for his guidance.
Maybe here I shall stay, my family and I.
Maybe here I shall stay, until the day I die.
Days on days pass without so much as his glance,
No prince in sight, no love or romance.
My work remains, no different than before,
And so here I stay, on those castle floors.