At Last...

All the fairy tales said it would come true.

My prince has found me at last.

On a white stallion he rides as swiftly as the wind.

From head-to-toe he is cloaked in his father's armor.

 

As the evil villain comes to hold me ransom,

My prince is there to stand in my defense.

For my honor alone, he fights to the death.

I never thought he would bring the Calvary.

 

He is now gone, yet he still walks with me.

He holds me tight, but with such grace.
 
He speaks to me in such rushing waters.
 
He begins and ends all conversations with "I love you."

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