It always begins with a small one
Itsy-bitsy enamel inside her
She looks at the mirror and run
Curiously ask to her mother

The queen left her with a whisper
Did it come from a fairy?
But– but it rises with a fever
Should I put this in my diary?

Big stomps coming from the front door
He lift her up, soaring below the ceiling
The first man they always adore
Finding a white dot when she’s smiling

Later that day, the royals sneak in her night
While her questions remain a mystery
The princess’ wall room sparks a delight
Enchanted by her vernal allegory

Malang, 23 January 2020

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