To the Princess

When mine eyes meet thine, I behold the very breadth of creation.

Pray, cast thine own gaze upon those fair orbs — for in the fullness of time, mine account shall be demanded for them alone.

Yet is it but thine eyes? What of those lips! They are the seat of grace and generosity, each kiss setting the world aflame.

And thy hair! Every curl holds a realm within, every strand is worth an entire city…