Off Her Feet, Into His Arms
She cooks, she sews
a relic of the past
the way the world goes
A dimple in her cheek
brave hope holed up in her heart
that one knight in shining armor
can still do his part
to sweep her off her feet
and into his arms
where he will bask forever
in her winsome charms
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