A young lady yearning to find her Knight on a White Horse

She wonders, as she reads by the stream
Of knights of yore and damsels in distress.
Her hansom prince on steed of white,
bravely galloping into the fight.

Her long blonde hair, shimmering in the sun,
as she awaits her secret one.
He’s bound to come, she whispers aloud.
Oh may that be him behind that cloud?

Oh no, she shakes her head
and opens the book
to the page she just read.
She sits alone by the flowing stream
A lovely sight to behold.

A far away look covers her face
as she longs for a lovers warm embrace.
Strains of Brahms, Mozart, Beethoven and Bach
swirl through her thoughts.

In her minds eye she dances the waltz,
Swirling and dipping in Vienna’s best style.
Warmed by the sun, her eyes she closes.
Then sees her arms, full of red roses.

Her Knight has arrived on a lively white steed.
Bringing her gifts of silver and gold.
Pearls he places round her neck
diamonds on her fingers, to flash in the sun.

Look beyond the gifts, she’s wisely been told
for the true self of a man comes from his soul.
Smiling wistfully, she slowly awakes.

Her Knight was a dream, as she well knows,
but it made her tingle, from her head to her toes.
Her head is clear the book is closed
but in her minds eye, a lover, she knows.