The Fairy Princess Poem by John Yaws

I remember coffee boiling-
On an old wood-burning stove.
While the cabin rocked before the blast-
The winter gods did blow...

I was young, my early twenties-
Punching cows was my desire.
There were visions of a faery queen,
Which slipped softly through my fire.

I could see her gleaming tresses-
As the flames would dance and whirl.
And her smiling eyes would beckon,
Promise, "I will be your girl! "

In the glitter of the hoary frost-
On early winter morn...
I'd see glimpses of the glory-
Of the gown which she had worn.

So for years my search continued...
As I sought to see her face-
In every crowd of people,
Every clime, and every place.

Then reality awoke me-
With, "The dream you sought is gone.
You are older, but no wiser-
You must ride your trail alone."

So I guess my adversary-
Had my number, and it's true-
So, farewell, my Faery Princess...
But I'll die still missing you.