"What is it like," I asked, "to be loved?

To love like lovers do?

What is it like to want for more,

To demand your dreams come true?"

This I wondered like everyone else,

And so I did as books said I must,

I looked for love, long and hard,

Finding only pitiful weeds of lust.

I did not understand why

Because surely love was real,

It's something I will just know,

And I'll be sure of what I feel.

So I brushed my lips with crimson,

Plaited my hair just so,

I felt just like a princess,

But I did not know where to go.

I danced with frogs and strangers,

Searched each face for signs,

But growing quite dispirited,

I missed one who slipped the lines.

It was only after I met that Prince,

And he took off his mask,

That I realized that recognizing love,

Is really no small task.

It really is a funny thing,

Because what I present is fact.

It's knowing who you are first

That most princesses lack.