• I look down at my sleeping prince
    And lightly brush his cheek
    I wonder that he’s sleeping still
    While I am wide awake.

    I lie back down beside him, looking
    Only at his face
    Wondering what he’s dreaming,
    And what fantasies he’ll chase.

    My parents wouldn’t mind this;
    I am safer here than home
    With my lover’s arms around me
    Instead of father’s at my throat.

    I brush my greatest fears aside
    And smile and try to sleep,
    For what else matters in this world
    But love you’d fight to keep?