Princes and Paupers world apart, similarities of desires so commonplace.

Both feel yearnings deep within heart, at seeing their love's congenial grace. One with diamonds and rubies to give, the other with modesty in bountiful array.

But both have their respective lives to live, from morning dawn till dusk of day. Owner of this key stroke here, is neither prince nor pauper, but whether riches or penury,

I think of her.