The Poet Princess

The Princess wrote her poems down... Each on a parchment scroll... Sometimes she'd laugh, sometimes she'd frown, Sometimes she'd lose control! 'It's true my writing sweetly flows And pleases finer folk And yet I seek 'God's Perfect Prose' Of which my teachers spoke! I must confess I need His Love To open up my eyes... I need to emulate the dove Who speaks with gentle sighs... Almighty God, please guide my hand That I might mighty be... That I might truly understand This Gift of Poetry! ' Her Christian prayer pleased God so much! He blessed her there and then! He kissed her brow and heart did touch And said, 'Let’s start again...'