The chivalrous still walk these streets.
Nestled behind the droves of chauvinists.
I promise a prince does exist.
These picturesque descriptions,
And limited depictions,
Leave the mind to wander.
Pondering perfection as honor.
And prospects left to wonder.
Whether his glimpse of a princess.
Was simply fleeting or meaningless.
Nevertheless I'll make my mark,
And plant the seeds.
In hopes they're one day sown.
So we both may reep the harvest rought.
-Kory D.-9/17/17-