Wouldn’t we all like to find our Snow White,
to wake with a kiss, in a bright flash of light.
To Slip on that shoe on a lady so peerless,
and fight in her name, courageous and fearless.
But woe this world, imperfect and cruel,
I’m destined to play the role of the fool.
For who could ever love a jester like me,
with love still unspoken and a life without glee