Once apon a time there was a love so strong no single heart could hold it.
For many lonely years it wandered the world, seeking someone whose capacity for love was large enough to contain even a part of it. No-one, no-one could it find. In weary frustration it threw itself to the ground under a large oak tree and fell into a despairing, fitful sleep.
A young princess passed by.
In fairytales, princesses are ethereal creatures of beauty from wealthy families. But in the real world, where our young princess lived, they have character, commonsense and parents with an overdraft. Spying this great love sleeping its sad sleep beneath the oak tree, our princess did as all princesses are taught at real-world princess school. She pretended not to notice it and walked quietly away with small, discreet steps.
Despite her caution, however, the love awakened and called out to her.
“Princess!” – for love knows all princesses, “Will you not help me? I seek a heart large enough to hold me, a vision brave enough to need me, a life selfless enough to use me. I have searched the earth and found no-one.”
“That,” replied the princess, “is because you are looking for the wrong things.” She hitched the knees of her blue jeans and sat down beside love.
“People don’t start out with the capacity for a great love. It is love itself which shapes and expands the human heart. It is love which births brave visions and encourages selflessness. If you seek a heart to hold all that you offer, you must start with a heart that seems too small for even a part of you. As you give yourself, that heart will blossom and grow.”
So saying, the young princess reached out her hand to love. And although her heart was yet small, this great love could see that she would not let it down.
This is not a fairytale, so we cannot say “they lived happily ever after”. In the real world, even a heart filled with a great love is not always proof against all that life throws at it – although such a heart has a better chance than most.
Of our great love and our young princess, we can say only that they loved, happily, ever after.
Background
I wrote this around midnight while house-sitting for my friend Karren over Christmas. It was a response to a request from an on-line friend; “write me something,” he demanded. Two years later the story was included inside the cover of the Lean on the Angels album.





Leigh is repaying karma from a previous life by working out this one in IT. She’s a project manager, developer, writer, musician … and a recovering soccer player.