it was the biggest wedding of the century… a puffy ivory gown trailing for miles out of the cathedral down the street lined with excited onlookers and a carriage ride with smiles and perfected waves and a world that watched with awe the perfect marriage of a prince and princess fairytales do come true giving people everywhere hope in the magic of love… yet behind hearts denied by a mismatched marriage of tears made in the royal palace not heaven … a convenient arrangement by the strict queen for a son and future king of a once upon an empire with a sun that never set… she was a lady innocent naive dreaming of love and princes and shining armor she lived right next door… and so it was to be the wedding of the century thought the queen who looked after royal tidings rather than human feelings as duty was her game and upbringing though her uncle broke from protocol and was hated forevermore by society though he loved forever more with a heart that preferred to beat instead of confined to royalty where love isn’t free but costly no royal who loves truly can afford… as the groom-to-be was involved with an older lady you see… a rough but royal and true love that sat in the heart of the prince as the queen overlooked both hearts with dignity… as the heart that beat wept marching down the aisle glum smiles on his face and tears of sorrow behind his sad eyes the bride-to-be smiled joyfully genuinely hoping for true love naively believing it can be arranged in a marriage of convenience rather than feelings… young and full of dreams and visions of love and all that it promised to be in books and TV she the lady with a King Charles in her lineage history began her new life as slightly more distinguished royalty… but reality struck and the hopes and visions of true love were dashed to the ground as the plane took off leaving a trail of tears in her eyes and a trembling upper lip not shown publicly by trained royalty both feeling and unfeeling… she watched what she hoped would be the love of a lifetime fly off in this matter of social convenience playing with human hearts like they were gold and glittering diamonds unfeeling and cold but rich and royal as can be… the marriage of convenience produced an heir and a spare the goal of all royalty as hearts don’t matter but continuing royal lineage does… the children were loved forevermore by the lady with love and hopes in her heart and the boys loved her forever more equally… the whispering began and the lady of love and honor who never strayed once accepted an interview where she boldly declared three’s a crowd and it certainly was for a lady who loved and wasn’t loved in return as she knew love to be… the world still loved the lady who loved who saw AIDS patients the same as she no different no less just human as can be… she shook their hands walked minefields hoping to remove the dangers cuddled kids from Africa across to India and visited every fortunate place her royal duties took her to meet and greet the adoring people of the world who lovingly gave her the nickname the People’s Princess… she loved them as much as they loved her though her marriage of convenience offered no love at all except in the form of two adoring kids who loved her just the same… the lady danced with presidents and gave speeches while blue… still no love as she hoped in her marriage of two… she played games with Fergi Duchess of York made mischief and fun and enjoyed the game and title of elevated royalty… yet love in her marriage was her sincere heart’s goal as royalty could not divorce so she stayed bound by obligation to maintain appearances yet suffered in silence for all the world to see… the prince too had his heartstrings tied with his heart set on the older woman who loved him back and like him married another fellow to follow the royal tradition of gemstones worth more than heartstrings and the royal lovers with hearts imprisoned in the tower secretly and openly loved only each other… the staunch queen dutiful in every way including following royal marriage protocol could not see beyond tradition until one fine day… the lady longing for love found it in the most unexpected places the opposite of gray skies and gloom … where sunlight and warmth are the royal ways… dodi was his name and a prince was his title and he swept the lady away with warmth and genuineness… a warmth she’d never felt under the gray skies big ben and stiff upper lips inside and outside guarded stone castles built by prior kings including Henry VIII who had many wives none of whom he loved but one… produce an heir is the royal way of England yesterday… and King Henry VIII broke away and established divorce in his own faithful way… the lady warmed by the love of dodi the natural freedoms of hearts and humanity and the wisdom of maturity blossomed with confidence happiness … the future seemed bright full of love and light and hopes for a life she always wanted before royal tradition promised the stuff of fairytales and rather than honorably fulfill promises made by nobility … delivered glittering emptiness instead… she sped away with dodi down a dark stone tunnel hoping to escape the crews … as fate would have it a chauffeur took the wheel too intoxicated to steer out of harm’s way… the light that had grown to remarkable brightness in her own life where she found strength and courage to love herself and shone across the weeping world who loved her in return turned into a song by Elton John her friend who loved her just the same …