The Beautiful Princess

The Beautiful Princess


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The Princess was as good as she was beautiful,
As kind as she was dutiful
And yet there was a huge surprise
Waiting behind her bottomless eyes
“I am disgusted by this body,” said the Princess
“It’s a revolting, putrid, horrible mess.”
“And yet you shine so brightly,” said the Prince
Failing not to visibly wince
“That is why,” said the Princess, “the heart is free.
Free to be seen and to see.”
“What do you see, Oh Princess?” said the King-to-Be?

“I see a great palace
Wrapped in an even greater chalice
As high as the sky

I see clouds as white and sweet as finest wine
I see climbing to the heavens the strongest vine
A stair
Made of air
So fine

I see that it at its end
The galaxy will be Thine

There at the end of time"

“And shall I have your hand?”
He said.

“The hand is made of sand
It is already dead,”
She said.

“Then must I die too
To be with you?”
He said.

“You that was never born
Shall wear the heavens and be so worn
Like a vow forever sworn.”
She said.

“What must I do?”
He said.

“To see this skin,
So frail, so thin.
That is your task.”
She said.

“I can see only your lovely face
Full of grace
What again do you ask.”
He said.

“See too the light that shines
Through and beyond what form confines.”
She said.

“The skin
Is really very thin,”
She said.

The Prince was enchanted
One day her wish would be granted
As surely as his blood was red
(And just as soon as he could get out of the Royal bed.)
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And the Princess left the land of the real
With its little itchy feel
To tenderly care
In the open air
And the Prince would follow
When he could borrow the fare
And the time of the world passed yet all was well
For the life of the heart remained strictly parallel

Evaṃ

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