A Common Story

"Another day he passes by,"
Mutters the servantgirl, with the slightest of tears.
You regard her with the slightest of smiles ---
You have no idea how much it means.
She wonders if she'll ever be enough,
Enough for any man,
For she knows you'll never be the one ---
How could a prince ever love a beggar?
For even in your filthy rags, a disguise,
She recognizes your greatness.
And even if that was the real you,
You'd still mean just as much to her.

"Another day he doesn't see,"
Sobs the servantgirl, with the slightest of envies,
As another happy couple exchanges a rose.
You have no idea how much she'd want one too.
She wonders if that will ever be her,
And you, the man.
But she knows you'll never be the one ---
How could a prince ever love a beggar?
For even when she daydreams of you,
She recognizes there is no hope.
And even if there is, she's not meant for you.

"Another day I am pathetic,"
Sighs the servantgirl, as she recieves a letter.
You sent it with the hopes of her caring.
You have no idea the reaction when her eyes recognize the handwriting.
She wonders what could be the problem,
And why her?
For she knows it couldn't possibly be anything else.
But disbelief shines in her eyes
When she discovers it's an invitation,
And you want her at the ball.

"Another day I'm wearing rags,"
Cries the servantgirl, as she notices the ball's tonight.
You wouldn't care what she looked like, as long as she shows.
You have no idea she doesn't know that.
She wonders where she'll find a gown,
And so soon,
For she cannot go before the prince in rags.
How could a prince ever love a beggar?
But you show up at the threshold.
She stands there, still and starstruck,
For you want to escort her.

So when the ball begins,
You ask her for the first dance ---
And her in rags and you in robes,
You waltz across the floor.

"Another day, but my life changed,"
Thinks the servantgirl, as you take her home.
You stare into her eyes and say, "I've always loved you."
You have no idea how long she's waited.
She wonders why, out of all the princesses,
You chose her ---
For a humble servantgirl could never compare.
How could a prince ever love a beggar?
But you've been there, prince and farmboy, ---
And she's always waited from afar.

...For now the fairytale has come alive.