No I don’t dream, I beam with possibility
As fragile of a thing it may seem

There are things better than a king
A princess no, heaven maybe

Of things that I see and feel
Even you can make me kneel

These things count to zero
When I see you as a hero

Underneath your mask and cape
A gentle heart and one that aches

There is a girl who can fix the scrape
She may even cause you a few earthquakes

© Delia Ross. 2019