Prince In Training

So you've found yourself a princess,
you'd like to call your own.
With eyes that shine, and hair like silk,
A fair sight to behold.

She's drenched in Proverbs 31,
she'd make the perfect bride.
And all you think when she is near,
is life right by her side.

You just want to rush up castle walls,
and sweep her off her feet.
You're prepared to fight any dragon,
whom on your path you meet.

But up inside those mortar walls,
is a heart that's frail and frayed.
For many princes scaled with ease,
but none of them have stayed.

Every night she lays in bed,
and prays no princes come.
Except the prince she's meant to keep,
the prince that is the one.

So, dear sweet prince in training,
It's time for you to pray.
And ask the king if you're the prince,
the prince that's meant to stay.

For if you climb the castle wall,
and steal her precious heart,
and change your mind at later time,
she's right back at the start.

Except now her dreams are shattered,
and her heart as almost died,
because you didn't seek the king,
you just rode on in and tried.

Do you want to be this prince,
that rides in brave and true?
Only then to realize,
She's not the girl for you?

If not, dear prince in training,
It's time to bow your head,
ask your king, and lend your ear,
until you've heard what's said.

You'll avoid shattering maidens hearts,
and find someone for your side.
So just listen to the mighty king,
tell you whom to make your bride.