A Van Gogh or Picasso
Was only to be looked at
And admired from afar
By ordinary people.
So was it with us
As beauty such a yours
Was worthy of a prince
And as the whole world knew
No handsome prince was I.
Why was I not born a prince
With looks and wealth to match
Since no one less was worthy
Of such a priceless catch?
The gods above be praised
For now I knew what it was like
To gaze upon the face of an angel:
Heavenly.
