Her posture lovely as she lie, charm and grace
While she daydreams of her man in armor
She waits adorned in satin trimmed with lace
Will he guide, protect and be her mentor?
Will he come and place a kiss upon her face?
She imagines how handsome he must be
Or will she drift in sleep to another place?
Hopeful of his status and likely to be wealthy
She imagines of herself tall, and beautiful
Will he expect a woman or as she be
Simply what she is, and just a fairy
Wishing all those thoughts so falsely
So what she wishes for may not be
Perhaps tomorrow she’ll wish she were a gypsy
© Joyce Ann Geyer