Prince Charming

May 11, 2011
His touch like a million needles tickling my skin.
His kiss like coffee on a cold December morning.
His eyes like two flames burning into my soul.
I ask myself - could there be anyone more perfect?
He's got a heart made of gold
And just the right words for all the wrong days.

Maybe he doesn't have a majestic stallion,
And maybe he hasn't saved me from and evil villain,
and maybe we can't just ride off into the sunset...
but maybe, just maybe he still my prince charming!





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