You speak in fairy tales, of happy ever after,

 Excited, you speak of your life’s dream,

And your very own custom made Prince Charming,

Whom you seek out at every turn.

But drama follows you like a lost puppy,

There’s no escaping the “he said, she said” world.

The girls want to fight you for the boys that are “theirs,”

And the boys fall over themselves to have you look their way.

It is all just too much, though very exciting,

But fairy tales don’t just exist, my dear,

They are not handed out as gifts for all,

Happily ever after must be sweated for, molded and nurtured.