Dedicated to dreamer16847
When I was a little girl,
My fairy tales told me stories,
They spoke of princes and love,
Of magic and princesses,
I dreamed......
That my prince would sweep me off my feet,
That he would love me so much-
He would bring me roses,
Recite poetry,
Sing romantic songs,
And that we would dance until we had six kids,
Now I know better,
The rose tinted glasses have fallen,
I smell no scented candles,
I feel no gentle touches,
I hear no romantic songs,
I taste no sweet lips,
And everywhere I look-
I see no love,
I admit I am afraid of love,
Although it is hard to say,
I know it deep down,
My childhood dreams shattered,
Like pieces of broken glass they cut me,
And cause me to bleed,
Some say I am wrong,
That I just haven't found Mr Right,
I know what it is though,
I am just afraid of love.....
Although a child part of me will always wait for my prince.
YOU ARE READING
The Song of the Sun and the Moon
PoetryThe passion of the burning sun and the cool caress of the silver moon. Credit of graphics to ArtfulPoet- thank you so much for designing an amazing cover for my book! Credit of image to Dorina Costras
