My parents couldn’t understand

why I refused to marry a prince

Of course, I couldn’t tell them

Not in a society such as this

 

They asked me if I loved another

But I wouldn’t tell them who

So they locked me away in a tower

Banishing me to my bedroom

 

They called me petulant

Stubborn

Selfish

They said this was for my own good

That I would sit among the books in that tower

Until I became wise enough

To become the best ruler I could

 

But stubborn I remained

As my hair grew long

And my clothes grew dirty

For I would not give my life away

 

The years went past

And I would’ve gotten quite lonely

But someone had to be sent to bring food

They sent a maid

My handmaid in fact

A girl who I quite well knew

 

So how then can I be lonely

If three times a day

I may gaze upon the face

The lovely smile

The warmth

Of the one I love?