Not a Prince

If you were here,

then I would see

that glorious breeze of thee.

Wings that refuse to fly,

yet still come alive.
You’re a fairy by fate,

and that cannot change.

Don’t dwell on that

Relish your charm
How can I speak?

Words fail to show

how much I really know.
What to do when you are around?

How to move without a sound?
I’m not the prince you dreamed.