His arms are like a fortress
Wrapped around her soul
His smile is like a beacon
And makes her feel so whole
What a pretty love they say
So pure, so sweet, so true
His heart is made of kindness
Her spirit brings him through
I’ve seen them walk together
So separate from us
Like living in a happy dream
Without any of our fuss
Yes, I had seen them dreaming
And wished I had it too
But dreams are just such fragile things
I watched as their pain grew
He grew ill, and her heart broke
But yet “they” understood
That prince faded from her grasp
As “they” all knew he would
But in my heart I wondered
Why do dreams die fast?
One day, two people are in love
The next, that’s all the past?
But of course now we understand
I am one of “them” now
But although innocence is lost
I still feel hope somehow
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For some reason, I've been writing a lot of poems lately... sweatdrop
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