Poetry / I'm supposed to dream of handsome princes

I’m supposed to dream of handsome princes,
You know—the kind that sweep you off your feet.
One who kneels and grins and there convinces
How without him I am incomplete.
How unfortunate it is for me, then,
That I have never had romantic dreams.
Such sweetness fails for me, but then again
Maybe romance isn’t all extremes.
I don’t want a dozen long-stemmed roses
Or chivalry as fake as it is dead.
I simply want a man who, too, supposes
That love is born in tearful laughs instead—
If I see him, I’ll choke upon the greeting,
And that, I think, will be the perfect meeting.

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