Princess D

Princess D 
was a young lady
who suffered such a pitiful reality
All she wanted was fidelity
Which was hers to begin with, rightfully
But all of it ended in such tragedy!

Princess D
was very unhappy!
All her life she waited eagerly
While most thought she'd be elated
To be the Queen of hearts
A title laid by the people, from the start

Princess D
was such a beauty
The most photographed woman of her time
With charming grace that aged like fine wine
From eating disorders she suffered
In her lavish opulent chambers

Princess D
was a VVIP
But what good can money bring
If there's still no peace within?
She even had the title and the crown
Which she herself returned, without a frown

She had the title attached to her name
That came with so much fame
and when questioned by that one
She replied, "But, I want my husband"
"But every photographer is obsessed with thee.
Every young lad in England is on his knees."

Princess D
She was so lonely
Her youth she wasted patiently
Almost lost her sanity
But tirelessly continued to help humanity
Eventually it was her nature and personality
That gained her that level of popularity

Oh Princess D
She had such popularity
And only married into royalty
But to her true nature, she kept her loyalty
Her rebellious attitude to reach out
With commoners, to engage in conversation just about

She did so much for everybody
But heart of heart, she was so lonely
Oh dear Princess D
The world still remembers your beauty
Those deep blue sapphire eyes
Had the world's media mesmerized

And when you smiled through your pain
A million hearts, you kindled aflame
A young teenager betrothed to the prince
Spent her life in the shadow of his sins
When all she really ever wanted
Even her little boys with them she had to be parted

Oh Princess D
I hope you're finally happy
Where your bones lie away from harsh realities
England's Rose taken away with a breeze
And that aching heart.
With peace did consort!

- RUELHA
www.ruelha.com
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In Loving Memory of Lady Diana Spencer
As a child, I really adored her.

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