A Really Awful Love story

Frivolous items could possibly
make for a good personality
Sitting prim and proper waiting for tea
Grown men leaping to be first at your virginity

Be happy, I cannot. How am I not to cry?
My heart is shattered, would anyone care if I die?
Of course some would mourn while others lie
More interested in financial affairs than saying goodbye

Thus would end the misery of searching for true love
sinking would be easier, though my head stays above
Keep on trying even if my efforts aren’t enough.
One day Prince Charming will free me like a dove

Then one day you appear out of thin air
Dark skin and beautiful curly hair
You kiss my hand and offer a life of adventure and dare
We ride off into the sunset on my mare named Cher.