Something Victorian, Something French

Tucked deep,

in the back of my restless mind,

an ideal fantasy exists.

I yearn to own all antiques,

vintage and intricate.

All the dresses and ornaments;

all the ambience.

I yearn to dress up in those lavish dresses.

And drink tea and eat cakes at 5 in the evening.

And to twirl in my dress,

on the creaking wooden floors,

dance with a charming prince in a ballroom.

All dreams will just be dreams.

I'll make it come true.