A prince, a princess, and few fairytales

I’m not a prince out of a fairy tale, Neither do I look like one. I don’t have a white horse; I don’t have a shiny armor, Nor do I live in a castle. I just got myself. I’m not the ugly duckling My looks will not change into Something more neither beautiful nor familiar, Nor will my accent ever diminish; I will stick out forever. But isn’t that the beauty of it. I don’t have magic beans Not even a single one I will not be able to take you Above the clouds, But rather stay on the ground, Well grounded honest and firm. I don’t have a secret treasure map Nor do I have Ali Baba’s Phone number, nor do I know Where those forty thieves Hid their treasure. But I’m really not materialistic anyways. My name is not David, Nor would I win fights against Goliaths I’m not physically nearly strong enough Matter the fact I’m quite skinny looking Despite my hundred and ninety pounds. Though I will stay true, and my heart and my love will prevail.