A Touch of Heart

To The Fairest...

Long ago,

there lived a maiden fair.

With sun-kissed skin

and golden hair.

Lips of apple

Soft to touch.

And a heart of gold

to her did clutch.

The love she caught

of a king one day.

Happiness was hers

a sun-gold ray.

By day she reigned,

a queen so bright.

Within her gleamed

a soul of starlight.

A babe was born

Not soon after.

A bundle of joy

and hope and laughter.

Raven hair did

She possess.

And skin as white

as snow no less. 

So elated were

this couple fair,

for their sweet daughter

with raven hair;

in their joy,

the king blessed her,

with jewels and oils

and perfumes and fur.

But one gift

stood mighty and tall;

A golden mirror,

glass and all.

His darling wife

wept with pleasure,

she to use this gift

at leisure.

Had the king

known at all,