A Prince in Shining Armor
11/14/2023
She dreamt of him again, last night.
His soft soul, shimmering in the moonlight.
That night he saved her from a fierce beast,
Pounding and slapping her, was his feast!
The Prince found her, crying and scared.
Punched the beast…threw him down the stairs.
The lovely fair, maiden was able to now breathe.
She studied, his silken, soft, golden sleeves.
He will always be her knight in well-made,gold armor.
No human to date, could understand her flaming, her
her passionate ardor.
He was not being gallant, but came to stop deadly fear.
The Prince found her, in pain and never again would she
be the maiden, shedding one,silvery tear.
“This is my Prince, my every heartbeat races and
pulsates for!”
“My love for a man, with a pure soul….who could
ask for any wondrous male of the world, more?
Is this tale true, many a reader might ponder?
Oh, indeed ‘ tis so,her faithful heart from his
shalt never be torn asunder.
He, far more than another, did save her life!
He gave this Princess, a life full of ongoing
joy, absent of human strife!
Thus, she pens of their warm love, quite frequently.
That moment in time, now a rapturous reality of
their conjoined eternity!
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