Persian Perfection

I met a Persian Princess
once.
She was not like
the Princess you
would read about
in a fairy Tale.
I Actually did
not know she was a
Princess.
She blended in
like everyone else.
Lets put it this
way...she tried.
When I met her,
I knew she was royalty.
Stronger than any metal.
Smaller than a little deer.
Beauty, she tried to hide..
but could not.
Kindness..you could not measure
the kindness. It stretched to
the stars and back.
Two children she had
both with their own powers.
The boy, Kind and thoughtful.
loved life and a smile
 the kind
that would melt
 your heart.
The girl, Smart
 Smarter than any
scholar. Beauty. Just like her mom.
The kind of beauty you could
not buy, You are born with
and given from birth.
Working so hard
blending in..I asked this
Princess. Why do you not
go to your kingdom, Live
like royalty , not work
and love life ?
This work you are doing
so hard.
The Princess simply
smiled at me.
You are a fool.
This is my Kingdom,
My life, My Happiness.
Simple, Honest and Sweet.
My children and A hot cup of
Starbucks coffee.
All I require is cream.
I bowed to her.
Then you shall have it.
My friend and Sister.
I will get your cream.