To take a man she did not know was what should never be, 

But she gave herself to a stranger, fell for him only for the money. 

For one she knew well with whom she had shared sincere embrace, 

Held no magic for her, though he loved, poverty was his disgrace,

So she let in one she knew not at all and feigned a beating heart, 

For a man she had no true idea about, living so far apart. 

But he was loaded and desired by women and she could not help herself,

Though something was off about his interest she excused it for his wealth.

She did not want a true love built upon knowledge of each other’s being, 

She did not want something real with one she’d known in truth, a love that had been. 

She would sell herself to the stranger and stay with him, though abuse was surely in store, 

As she had with her other failures, chosen for shallow reasons, nothing more.

And she’d never think of what she‘d given up that had had a solid core, 

Because Prince Stranger had the money and in the end she was a whore.