I step forward and then falter
My heart races and the sweat forms on my brows
Never have my inhibitions been higher
Never have I hated control more
I want to be reckless
To confess my love from the rooftops
To scream her name till my voice screeches to a halt
To risk it all in the name of love
But alas, I’m too in control for my good
Too wary of her light skin, lightyears away from my dirt brown hide
Too aware of the smell of spring that wafts off her in unmistakable burgeoisie
Too impressed by her league, that I bow my head and surrender to fate
This is no motion picture, no fairytale
I do not get the girl
Or do I?
Is that a blush that sits on her rosy cheeks?
Is that tugging at the corner of her mouth a half smile?
Could it be that the underdog has captured the heart of the princess?
To what do I owe this turn of fate?
God, chance, or a delusion from which I will quickly be delivered?
What face will the dice show when I take my chance?
Will fate humour me and and bless me with my dream?
Or will I be reminded that nothing good comes easy?
Whatever it is, I have nothing to lose
So I stand and gather my things
There must be no trace of me if things turn sour
I approach with a smile, the princess with the half smile
And realise too late, the prince charming sat behind me
Who whispered songs of love to his princess yonder
I turn as pale as black can pale
And realize a truth that has broken my soul
She is not for me, and never will be
For a fool has been made, the fool is me