A Poem: My Childhood Sweetheart

My Childhood Sweetheart
Across the street, behind the fence
A kingdom, there live a Princess
I, with my golden robe, a Prince

She has this curly black hair
With cute dimples on her face
I wish I could take her to my lair

But the King hates the idea
He has plans laid already for her
She’ll be leaving for "Fantasia"

She was seven, I was nine
Things were difficult to do
When I was barely a man

But like a valiant knight
I did what a Prince would do
I sneaked in her kingdom at night

I would bring her flowers
And tell her things I want to do
My world to her I would share

One night, an hour I wonder
I’ve been waiting in our secret place
I’ve searched in vain, she’s nowhere

In the morning I’ve learned
She left their kingdom at dawn
My Princess is gone, never to return

Twenty years have passed
I was walking with my eldest child
A familiar laugh, there she was

The Princess who left me
Dimples are more of specks now
Her face is pale, traces of acne

The Prince he married can’t be found
From her lips I have learned
She is now, a struggling single mom

I felt the pinch in my heart
To see her, lost her throne
Laura my childhood sweetheart.