The Pirate & The Princess - A True Life Fairy-Tale Love Story Poem

The Beginning

Gather round me now

You children both young and old

I've something I wish to share with you

It's lesson more precious than gold.

A tale of enduring love and friendship

You might find hard to believe

I don't know that I would believe it myself

If it hadn't happened to me.


Once upon a time, (not really all that long ago)

When I was just a little princess

(Every fairy-tale must have one,

To ensure it's success.)

I met a boy who 's desire was to become a pirate

And sail the seven-seas.

Seeing that he could use some guidance,

I decided I'd lend him my advice


"Uh-uhm," I said, without introduction,

"I don't think that your idea is very nice."


"Well, Your Royal Highness," he replied,

Practically spitting the words of the title,

(The beginning of an argument,

Which would continue for quite awhile.)

"Furthermore," he continued,

"I think that your opinion stinks,

So go and mind your own beeswax,

I really don't care what you think."


Hand on my hip, I stomped my foot,

"But pirate is NOT an occupation!"

"So I suppose that being a princess is?"


Thus this is how our story begins......

That old patchwork sail
That old patchwork sail | Source

CHAPTER I

We always defied the odds

We always defied description

They tried for years to give us a name

Called us everything from lovers to an addiction.

We laughed at what they could not understand

For we were both and we were neither

Truth be told, though we'd never admit it

We didn't know what to call us either.



We were children in the seventies

An average suburban boy and girl

A pirate in training, and his princess

Dreaming of conquering the world.

With a sail of patchwork instead of canvas

Down river our boat we would sail,

Make-believe lives and adventures

Just the very beginning of our tale.

Idyllic as is all innocence

Even from when this distance viewed

With or without rose hued glasses

Memories to be or not be skewed

With baited anticipation

A story's page must be turned

Life bringing about lessons

Teaching us what we must learn.

No one's life remains forever a fairy-tale

Every bubble eventually must burst,

Sometimes kings fall from their mountain tops

And benevolent queens depart this earth.

With the spell of childhood broken

Some of the magic beginning to fade

Life encroached upon our make-believe world,

Days became more than just child's play.

Enduring squabbles, bickering, and growing pains

We too would emerge from childhood bliss

Having learnt that there were tragedies

We couldn't make disappear with a wish.

Still sometimes our patchwork sail

Would take us to places known only to us

Under the stars and the summer moon

We had so much to share and discuss.

You were the guardian of my secrets

I was the keeper of yours

The princess and the pirate growing older

Different, yet ever the same as before.

Chapter II

Drifting for awhile on the tides of change

Eventually drifting back together,

Taking for granted, never questioning

That we would be this way forever.

Into the eighties a new decade began

Change was all around us everywhere,

Just when I thought you were nowhere to be found

Somehow, you were always right there.

Maybe it was just coincidence

Maybe it was our hearts beating in sync

Maybe its something that will never be known

The hows and the whys of our mysterious link.

All I know is that when I needed you most

Or in some moment when you might need me,

One or the other or the both of us

Somehow turned up where we needed to be.

It wasn't something we talked about back then

It was something that didn't need a voice

Sometimes it was just that it was what it was

A part of each of us that hadn't come with a choice.


So it shouldn't come as a shock or surprise

To know where this story leads next

No reason at all for anyone

To feel baffled, confused, or perplexed.

In fact some might say it was fated

Or otherwise meant to be,

That the very first time your lips professed love to a girl

That girl would just happen to be me.

You left a note for me in my locker that said,

"I'll be waiting for you on the hill at three"

The same day that you carved our initials,

Into the trunk of that old sycamore tree.

Pushing me on a swing in the park,

If I close my eyes I can see it quite clear,

How you caught me up in mid-swing

To your chest you held me near.

Tilting my chin up, you looked into my eyes

And you said, "I promise you this,

I will love you forever as I do right now,"

Then you gave me my very first kiss.

Birds were singing, a gentle breeze blew

A moment so romantic we would never forget

The only thing missing, was our patchwork sail

To take us sailing off into the sunset.

Chapter III

All through the rest of my high school days

The princess and the pirate were we.

We loved and we fought for all or for naught,

Everything turning out exactly as it should be.

No one can say for sure what happened to us

We were all we could be, yet we weren't

Sometimes the truth gets tangled up in lies

Jealousy bruises egos, hearts being scarred by the hurt.

He said and she said, who said what to whom?

The reasoning and manipulation of others

Tender hearts of the young so easily torn apart

By friends perceived closer than brothers.

However or whatever the circumstances may have been

The reality is that it happened to us

So it was, that at least for awhile

The princess and the pirate, separated by a fog of distrust.

And for the briefest of moments

It appeared that all hope was lost,

Our plans for the future, our memories of the past

Dashed upon the rocks on which they'd been tossed.

But then again, maybe not

For this is not at all how our story should end

It didn't take long for us to remember

That the princess and pirate were also best friends.

Love from the heart, once truly given,

Can weather any storm or attack

Formless and flowing it may change it's shape

But it can not ever be taken back.


Idyllic as is romantic love

Even when from this distance viewed

With or without rose-hued glasses

Memories to be or not to be skewed

With baited anticipation

A story's page must be turned

Life bringing about lessons

Teaching us what we must learn

No one's life remains forever a fairy-tale

Every bubble must eventually burst

Sometimes it isn't until it's been tried and tested

That we find the mettle of love's true worth.

With the spell of first love broken

Some of the magic beginning to fade

Life encroaching upon our wine and roses world

As we faced the dawning of our adulthood days

Enduring lies, deceit and growing pains

We emerged from the haze of first-love's kiss

Having learnt the destructive intent of words,

When delivered with a venomous hiss..

Overpowered by a squall of rumors,

Our sail of patchwork tattered and torn

We had no choice but to abandon ship,

Could the princess and the pirate survive the storm?


Bedraggled and weary we struggled to shore

Wrapping ourselves in the remnants of that old patchwork sail,

With the help of the stars and the summer moon,

Determined that we should not fail.

Thus begins the last chapter

Of our real-life fairy-tale.

CHAPTER IV

As Into the nineties and forever after

We defied both the odds and the rules

Ignoring those who had their doubts,

Laughing at those who might call us liars or fools.

For we knew something that they did not know,

A secret of life, which to us had been revealed

When strengthened and weathered by time and devotion

Broken hearts can be mended and healed.

Sometimes our plans may go awry

Fate stepping in to do some re-arranging

Relationships evolving from one thing to another

But the love remains steadfast and unchanging.


With the storm clouds eventually parting,

Allowing the sun once again to appear

Shining brightly down upon us

For two decades plus five years

The princess and the pirate were we,

Though we would both find other loves,

Everything turning out just as it should be.

Through marriages, and children, and life's responsibilities

Our love remained deep and abiding

No matter the distance or the years

Our friendship never subsiding,

Still hoisting that old patchwork sail,

Our ship a bit more crowded than before

You are still the guardian of my secrets

I am still the keeper of yours,

And the pirate and the princess we remain

Best friends forever more.


To be continued.....

-Kristen Burns-Darling

©November 2011(all rights reserved)

The Pirate and the Princess

The pirate and the princess, Christopher Wilde and Kristen Burns-Darling, November 2003.
The pirate and the princess, Christopher Wilde and Kristen Burns-Darling, November 2003. | Source

About this Poem

From the moment that Christopher Wilde and Kristen Burns met, sparks flew in every conceivable direction. We could argue endlessly, (often about nothing at all), and yet we completely and totally understood each other. We were often inseparable, and we had a bond between us that was, and still is, seemingly unbreakable. From childhood best friends, to each other's first love, to an ugly break-up, and back to each other's best friend, we traversed the world around us as the pirate and the princess.

Christopher Michael Wilde, lived everyday of his life as though it were an adventure, and though I never stopped telling him that pirate was not an occupation, he continued to embrace the idea anyway, (a notion that was helped along by Johnny Depp's portrayal of Jack Sparrow). On December 12, 2009, after a brief battle with brain cancer, my pirate hoisted that old patchwork sail one last time, setting sail at sunrise, this time with out his princess.

This poem is based on our real-life story.

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mljdgulley354 5 years ago

Wow. I am looking forward to more of this poem


jackie wilde 5 years ago

this made me cry through the hole thing. this piece is beautiful and inspiring. ur are truly a great writer. for thoes who know the real storie this is amazing! r.i.p.christopher m.wilde. always in our thoughts and hearts never forgottin always rembered. this is so beautiful aunt kristan i cant wait for the rest.


leann2800 5 years ago

Awww....The story is enchanting. I am terribly sorry you lost your pirate.


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Poohgranma 5 years ago from On the edge

My heart is just broken. But, as far as the poem, every single time you write, I think you have written your best ... and then you write again. It's going to be extremely difficult to top this one though, even for you.

I will remember this for a long, long time.


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Hyphenbird 5 years ago from America-Broken But Still Beautiful

His princess loves him still. It shows in her words and her smile. This is lovely and I enjoyed it very much. Now that I know it was based on a real fairy tale, I love it even more.


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Better Yourself 5 years ago from North Carolina

Beautiful poem and story. Thank you for sharing your gift of writing!


SusieQ42 5 years ago

You will meet again someday! Then you and your pirate can go off and explore the world above!!!


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K. Burns Darling 5 years ago from Orange County, California Author

mljdgulley354 - Sadly, there is only one remaining chapter to be written, (at least in this life-time) and it is a sad one...It will be a challenge to write, but I will attempt it...Thank you for the generosity of your time, and for your comments, they are both welcomed and appreciated!

Kristen


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K. Burns Darling 5 years ago from Orange County, California Author

@ jackie wilde - Oh my darling girl...You and Jenn were the true apples of his eye, and now you are making me cry! I don't have to tell you what your dad meant to me, or I to him, because you witnessed it, but for me as a writer it has been very important to write about him and about us, and although that wasn't a problem before he got sick, this is the first time that I have been able to do so since he left us, or actually, since his diagnosis. Your words of praise are lavish, and they make my day, for when it comes to this piece, there are few opinions who mattered, and the two most important being yours and Jenn's. Thank you for that.

Much Love Always,

Auntie


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K. Burns Darling 5 years ago from Orange County, California Author

@leann2800 - Thank you so much for the generosity of your time, and for your comments, they are both welcomed and appreciated....Thank you also for your kindness; I miss him daily, but he left behind a treasure chest full of love and memories, which I am grateful for every day.

And as was always true when it came to he and I, I don't think that all hope is lost, for I believe that someday, when the time comes, the pirate and the princess will sail once again...

Thanks again,

Kristen


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K. Burns Darling 5 years ago from Orange County, California Author

@Poohgranma - I am so sorry....I didn't mean to break your heart! It will be impossible for me to top this one, because their will never be another Christopher in my life, as no one will ever be able to replace him. Thank-you as always my dear friend for your time, your gracious comments, and your support, they are not only welcomed and appreciated, but they are treasured.

Kristen


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K. Burns Darling 5 years ago from Orange County, California Author

@Hyphenbird - Yes, it is true, I continue to love him very much, and know that I always will. Sometimes we are blessed to have that one person in our life whom we just know that we can always count on to love us just as we are without any boundaries or conditions. Christopher was that person for me, and I for him...We shared some of the hardest moments of our lives, and some of the most joyous, and in between those, we made enough memories for ten of us! Thank you, as always for the gift of your time, and for your gracious comments, which are welcomed and deeply appreciated.

Kristen


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K. Burns Darling 5 years ago from Orange County, California Author

@Better Yourself - You are very welcome, and thank you for the gift of your time and for your generous comments, they are both welcome and deeply appreciated.

Kristen


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K. Burns Darling 5 years ago from Orange County, California Author

@SusieQ42 - I believe that you are absolutely right! Thank-you for saying so,and thank you for the generosity of your time and your comments, both of which are welcome and deeply appreciated.

Kristen

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