THE   MISSING   PRINCE

by Suzanne Barish





What's happened to the prince I await
To wake my sleeping beauty?
Where on earth is the man of my dreams
Why won't he do his duty?

A hundred years I've been asleep
Just dreaming of the day
That he appears on his trusty steed
Ready to take me away

I wait for him (try not to wait)
As every day goes by
Sleepwalking through this dull routine
I couldn't tell you why

I've looked for him
For many years
I've kissed some frogs
And shed some tears

And still my prince has not appeared
Although my need is great
I'll sleep until he finds me here
Does he know I wait?




Suzanne Barish's current job title is Technical Writer/Analyst for a small consulting firm in Newport Beach, California. Suzanne has been writing for the past 33 years or so. She has several novels and screenplays in progress and hopes to finish them all one day, each depending on the guidance of the muse. Soon to turn forty, she approaches this milestone as a single, independent woman with lofty romantic goals. When you plan to live well into your hundreds, it's not so hard to wait for the perfect mate--preferably a tall Scandanavian with long flowing locks and big muscles. Hey, a girl can dream!

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