The Romantic

I want glitter and glamor

Without the slimy residue,

Castles and dragons

Without war and destruction;

Wishes without witches,

Blessings without curses,

Battles without bleeding,

Birthdays without hearses.

I want needles in haystacks

To be quickly recovered,

Golden endings to rainbows

Easily discovered;

Mysteries without misery,

Life inside cupboards,

Jokes without truth,

Asses that aren’t stubborn.

But most of all,

I want my Guinevere without Lancelot,

Love without pain,

Chivalry without dishonor,

Kisses without shame.

And may fondness

Always accompany my name

In this fairy tale we create

To lucid remain.