What am I afraid of,
Afraid my prince charming
Might be a frog.

Or that the whole world,
Doesn’t admire Him!
But if he be mine,
Does everyone need to agree?

Or could it be ,
The fear of being no different?
Maybe it’s getting hurt, disappointment.
But love does hurt,
I can’t love and avoid pain,


Could it be losing my youth?
Because that’s something I,
Sadly can’t keep.

Or a claim of having found,
None worthy!
But I am ordinary,
Or do I fancy otherwise?

Is it a romance I seek,
Or a marriage?
But who will tell me the
Difference, if it even exist!

What will tell whether
My love be strong,
Time or passion?